Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk-Chapter 977: Sharp Tongue, Soft Heart

That night.

Tina brought the small boy and knocked on Jasper Sinclair’s door.

"Director Sinclair, a little brother is looking for you."

Tina didn’t know that this little boy was Damien’s brother, otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought him to Jasper Sinclair.

The week she spent in the slums was the darkest period of her life over the past decades.

Tina had never seen rats longer than a human foot.

"I’m Damien’s brother."

The small boy’s voice pulled Tina’s thoughts back to reality.

At the same time, Jasper Sinclair’s chin gradually lowered until he saw someone who barely reached his waist in height. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He remembered this child.

This time, it was Tina’s turn to be stunned. She asked in shock, "Are you the demon’s brother?"

"My sister is not a demon," the little boy argued with her seriously.

Jasper Sinclair sternly said, "Tina, as someone with ten years of experience, you brought someone to your boss without knowing the person’s identity. Don’t you think you should reflect on your professional skills?"

At that time, Tina didn’t think much of it. Seeing the child looking so pitiful and asking around for help.

She softened and went up to inquire about the situation.

Then it led to the current situation.

Tina realized the problem immediately, lowered her head, and proactively admitted her mistake, "I’m sorry, Director Sinclair, I was inconsiderate. I assure you, there won’t be a next time."

"Leave the boy behind, you can go."

"Director Sinclair, listen to me..."

Jasper Sinclair interrupted Tina before she could finish her words, "I see your mind hasn’t wrapped around this yet, take another day off to rest."

Nora Northwood, who overheard everything, silently criticized in the dark: sharp-tongued but soft-hearted.

Somehow, Jasper Sinclair’s character had slightly changed, and he started considering things from others’ perspectives.

And so, Tina was kicked out in confusion.

The small boy was pulled inside, his eyes showing a hint of timidity as he stared at the tip of Jasper Sinclair’s shoes, not daring to make a sound.

Nora Northwood, observing the small boy throughout, jokingly asked, "Could it be that he’s your illegitimate child from Paris?"

Jasper Sinclair resisted the urge to hit someone and dragged the boy to the sofa, "Sit properly."

Then he beckoned to the boy, "Come here."

The small boy obediently inched closer to the coffee table with small steps.

Standing at about a meter and a half, he hesitated and didn’t sit down.

His clothes had some rips, looking quite out of place in a hotel worth tens of thousands per night.

Jasper Sinclair asked him, "What’s your name?"

"Everyone calls me Little Brother."

"Do you have any other names?"

The boy shook his head, his thumbs tightly intertwined, feeling at a loss.

Jasper Sinclair noticed his anxiety and unease, and internally speculated on why he had come here.

"Did Damien send you to find me?"

"No."

Hearing this answer, Jasper Sinclair raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing as if probing the truth in his words.

But the small boy’s eyes were clear, unusually transparent, not like a child who tells lies.

So, Jasper Sinclair continued to ask, "How did you find this place?"

"I asked the person, who my sister arranged to protect me, to ask for me."