Take My Breath Away

Peterson already had a few grandchildren, both girls and boys. But he never gave them much affection.

There was no shortage of children in the Tang family. Peterson had recently fathered a child, too, now more than a year old. He had kids and grandchildren of all different ages. So a kid was nothing special in his eyes. Gwyn, on the other hand, was special. He found himself growing fond of her, in spite of himself.

Sheffield held his daughter in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Did you miss me, Gwyn?"

"Yes." Gwyn nodded and replied in a cute voice, clinging to Sheffield's neck. "Miss Daddy..." was what she could manage at such a young age.

"Good girl!"

After playing with his daughter for a while, he entertained thoughts about coaching her to call Peterson "Papa." But Peterson was busy greeting Carlos and the other people. He wouldn't be around to hear it.

Evelyn walked through the crowd to Sheffield and said with a smile, "Gwyn's not as shy as she used to be. You're probably a good influence on her." Evelyn was wearing a light-colored dress. She had her make-up and hair done by a professional stylist.

Today was a day to be happy, and Evelyn looked the part—charming, energetic, and smiling.

"My Gwyn is so awesome!" Sheffield exclaimed dramatically as he looked at his daughter. "Daddy just can't help himself. I'm going to get you a present!"

Gwyn smiled shyly and leaned her little head on his shoulder without saying a word.

There were tons of presents stacked on the table near Sheffield, along with a dozen or more boxes of expensive wines and cigarettes.

He scanned the tables, then found the special, colorful bag he'd bought. He handed it to Gwyn. "Check this out, sweetie. Daddy picked this out just for you!"

When the little girl took the paper bag and looked inside curiously, Sheffield gave the little girl to Evelyn and whispered, "Honey, please take care of her. I have to go be sociable."

"Okay!" Evelyn took the toddler from him.

With a carton of expensive cigarettes in hand, Sheffield joined the crowd and stood beside Peterson. At an appropriate break in the conversation, Peterson introduced him. "This is my son, Sheffield Tang."

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n't afford to support my daughter later on? I've discussed it with Debbie and we'll give him ten percent shares of ZL Group as a gift in return."

Ten percent shares of ZL Group was worth much more than thirty percent of Theo Group's.

Peterson was surprised. He shook hands with Carlos and said a bit excitedly, "That's really good of you, Carlos. You raised Evelyn so well. Now that she's going to marry into our family, we should give her those gifts as our gratitude to you folks. You don't need to give Sheffield anything."

"Please accept it. For Evelyn and Gwyn's sakes," Carlos insisted.

Peterson called Sheffield's name and gestured for him to come over. Sheffield broke off his conversation with Damon, and set down his drink. His father told him all about it. He wanted Sheffield to thank Carlos.

On hearing about the ten percent stock in ZL Group, Sheffield thought he was hearing things. He had drunk a lot, after all. He shook his head to make sure that he heard it right. "Uncle Carlos, that's generous of you. But I don't need it. I can support my wife and daughter."

"If I say you need it, you do. Just take it!" Carlos' order was non-negotiable. He didn't give Sheffield any chance to refuse.

After thinking for a while, Sheffield proposed, "How about this, Uncle Carlos? Write Gwyn's name on the share transfer contract. I'm her guardian, and she's the beneficiary. What do you think?"

That was a good idea too. Carlos agreed to it readily.