Snow Bailey took Scott Smith in a special elevator and came directly to Mathew Jones's office. Scott Smith entered the office alone, and Snow Bailey waited outside. As soon as they entered Mathew Jones's large office, Scott Smith's eyes lit up. He couldn't imagine that an office could be so spacious and luxurious. This room alone was much more magnificent than Steward 's entire second floor.

"Scott Smith, sit anywhere and don't be restrained." Mathew Jones greeted with a smile and personally poured a cup of tea for Scott Smith.

“Okay, thank you, Mr Jones.” Scott Smith took the teacup with a smile and sat on the sofa opposite Mathew Jones. As soon as his butt touched the ground, he felt soft and comfortable, as if he was sitting on a woman’s belly.

"Scott Smith, look at you. I just told you not to be restrained, but you are already being polite to me. What Mr Jones? Just call me Uncle Jones." Mathew Jones smiled and said, "Try this tea, it's the top-quality Ridge Mountain Dahongpao."

"Okay Uncle Jones, then I won't be restrained or polite." Scott Smith said with a smile, picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea. He didn't know how to drink tea at all, but the taste of this tea was really indescribably good. It was obvious that Mathew Jones was sincere, which made Scott Smith very pleased. Real rich people regard tea as more valuable than cigarettes and famous wines. Cigarettes and famous wines are harmful to the body in the final analysis, but tea is different.

"How is it?" Mathew Jones asked with a smile.

"Um……"

Scott Smith put down the teacup, smacked his lips, and said with a smile: "To be honest, Uncle Jones, I don't know how to drink tea, but the feeling of this tea in my mouth is really indescribable. It is the best tea at first glance."

"Haha, you're quite good at drinking." Mathew Jones laughed heartily and said, "Then let's talk business?"

Scott Smith smiled and said, “Uncle Jones, you say.”

Mathew Jones said: "Steward asked you to come to Middle Land City to find me because he wanted me to arrange a job for you. I happen to have a job here with a monthly salary of 30,000, flexible working hours, and no physical effort. Are you willing to consider it?"

"Thirty thousand!?"

Scott Smith said in surprise. He originally thought that a monthly salary of 10,000 was enough, but it suddenly became 30,000. He couldn't help but be surprised. It seemed that he should not go back to blow up Steward 's second floor, but should thank him properly.

Mathew Jones smiled and said, "Why not not 30,000, just 50,000, what do you think, Scott Smith, are you willing to consider it?"

"fifty thousand……"

Scott Smith was even more surprised, and at the same time, he looked at Mathew Jones with some uncertainty in his eyes. He was rude and offered tea as soon as he came in, and paid such a high salary. Could there be some conspiracy?

Mathew Jones saw the clues in Scott Smith's mind and said with a smile: "This job is actually..."

Scott Smith immediately perked up, he had always been curious about this mysterious job, and now the mystery was finally about to be solved.

Mathew Jones seemed to want to whet Scott Smith's appetite. He paused for a moment, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then continued: "This job is a bit special. It's to be a father to my five-year-old grandson."

As soon as Mathew Jones finished speaking, especially the last three words "being a father", Scott Smith almost fell off the sofa. This job was too weird and beyond his imagination. He couldn't accept it for a while. Even if he had racked his brains before, he couldn't think of such a weird job. It would be easier to accept to be a security guard. A soldier king being a security guard is at least related to his profession, and a soldier king being a nanny is really unique in the world. No matter where you go, you will never be able to get close to it in your life.

"Scott Smith, don't react so strongly. This is just a job. Don't feel too burdened. My little grandson is very cute. I promise you will like this child. Here, this is his photo."

Mathew Jones took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Scott Smith. Scott Smith's eyes slowly moved to the photo. In the photo, Sam Jones was standing on the beach, posing in a very cute pose with a bright smile on his face.

This is indeed a very cute child, but he has nothing to do with me. No, I still can't convince myself to be a nanny, unless...

Mathew Jones carefully observed the expression on Scott Smith's face and said, "Scott Smith, I will give you another 20,000dollar increase in salary, a monthly salary of 70,000dollar!"

Scott Smith frowned, still with a very conflicted expression.

This matter must be finalized tonight, otherwise he will not be able to explain to Sam Jones tomorrow morning. Mathew Jones simply gritted his teeth and used his trump card. He took out another photo from his pocket and handed it to Scott Smith, saying, "This is my daughter Alice Jones, Sam Jones's mother."

Scott Smith's frown suddenly opened, and his pupils trembled. In the photo, Alice Jones had long hair, and a pair of narrow phoenix eyes under delicate silkworm eyebrows, revealing a gentle and enchanting look. Her nose was white and straight, and her cherry-red thin lips were holding a smile that went straight into people's hearts...

Beautiful, so beautiful! I immediately made up my mind. Even if it wasn't for the 70,000dollar monthly salary or the cute little boy, I had to do this deal just for the kid's mother!

Scott Smith still deliberately remained reserved on the surface, restored his previous tangled expression, and said: "Uncle Jones, this child is indeed very cute, and it must not be easy for the child's mother to raise the child alone. As a man, I have the obligation to take care of and protect women and children. I accepted this job."

After saying this set of high-sounding words, not to mention Mathew Jones's reaction, Scott Smith himself blushed.

So hypocritical!

Mathew Jones laughed and said, "Okay, Scott Smith, I'm so happy that you can say that. My daughter and grandson will be in your care from now on. You must not let them suffer any grievances. Can you agree to this?" But in his heart he secretly said, "Damn, can you be any more hypocritical?"

"Yes!" Scott Smith answered firmly, as if he was issuing a military order.

"good!"

Mathew Jones nodded with satisfaction and took out a contract from the drawer, “Scott Smith, we have nothing to prove, let’s sign a contract now. The term of the contract is fifteen years, until Sam Jones is twenty years old.”

"Oh? So long?"

"Why, you don't want to?"

"I'm willing," Scott Smith said quickly, but in his heart he was saying, "On the one hand, I can make money as a professional nanny, and on the other hand, I can get a beautiful wife for free. Only a fool would not want such a good project that makes both money and beauty. Let alone fifteen years, even a lifetime, what's the harm, hahahaha..."

There was only one copy of the contract, which was locked in a safe by Mathew Jones after it was signed. All the contents of the contract revolved around how to take care of Alice Jones and her child. Scott Smith accepted all of them unconditionally. As a good man who was about to become a father and a husband, it was absolutely necessary for him to love his wife and children.

Mathew Jones handed Scott Smith a bank VIP gold card with a very cool last digit of six eights. This would be Scott Smith's salary card from now on. Then he asked Snow Bailey to take Scott Smith to a night mall to buy a few decent clothes, and then took Scott Smith to the underground garage of the building to choose a car.

There are many good cars in the garage, such as BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Lexus... In the end, Scott Smith chose an old Jetta. The leather and fur of this Jetta are well maintained, and it is a pure original imported car, but compared with other luxury cars in the garage, it is obviously not in the same class. Snow Bailey who brought him here was puzzled by Scott Smith's choice of such a car.

The reason why Scott Smith chose this Jetta is actually very simple. Although this car is an old model, the engine technology is still good. The compact body with a displacement of 1.8 is definitely enough. Moreover, the materials used in the old Jetta are absolutely sturdy, and the paint will not fall off even with minor scratches and bumps. More importantly, this car is low-key to drive.

Low-key, understand? Actually, it's just pretending to be cool... PS: Don't take this sentence as an ambiguous one, it's just for Scott Smith.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine came with the warm waves and shone over the sky above the Haichen Villa District. In the sea view villa No. 7, little Sam Jones opened his eyes early and looked left and right in the warm little bedroom, as if looking for something.

"Hey, where's Dad?" The little guy rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered to himself, "Didn't grandpa say that I could see Dad when I woke up, but where is Dad? Humph, bad grandpa, he actually lied to the child."

The little girl pouted, got off the bed, and prepared to go to her mother's room to complain. Just as she opened the door, she suddenly heard some noise downstairs, rustling as if someone was fiddling with something.

Hey, mom got up early today too!

Little Sam Jones went downstairs. The sound came from the direction of the kitchen. It must be his mother preparing breakfast. The little guy thought about it and his stomach started to growl. His two little legs quickly ran towards the kitchen.

"Mom..." Little Sam Jones ran to the kitchen door and shouted, then immediately froze. Looking at the strange man in front of him, the little guy blinked his eyes and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Scott Smith was wearing an apron and humming a tune while preparing breakfast when he suddenly heard the child's voice. He turned around and looked at the elf-like little guy. He was speechless for a moment. Although he was mentally prepared, when he really faced the child, he couldn't say "I am your father".

“I, I am…”

"dad!"

Little Sam Jones reacted quickly, his eyes lit up, the excitement on his face was beyond words, and he rushed straight towards Scott Smith.

Scott Smith was obviously a little slow to react at this time. Before he was ready to recognize his "real son", little Sam Jones had already rushed to him. As a result, tragedy happened - Scott Smith was 1.85 meters tall, and little Sam Jones was just 5 years old. The back of the little guy's head hit his "real father" right in the philtrum...

“Ouch!”

It was a muffled roar.

Scott Smith's face turned green, and he raised his hands to cover little Sam Jones's head. In fact, he wanted to cover his injured dick... It hurts, it really hurts!

Finally seeing the father he had longed for, little Sam Jones was so excited that he hugged Scott Smith's thighs with both hands, raised his cute and excited smiling face, looked at Scott Smith and called out affectionately, "Dad!"

Scott Smith endured the pain and grinned, revealing a not-too-ugly smile. As a result, little Sam Jones just called him dad and pounced on his head again... Scott Smith's face turned from light green to dark green in an instant. Through the pain coming from his philtrum, he seemed to hear the sound of chickens flying and eggs shattering!

What a painful realization...