American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 45 Metropolis Part 1: Grandma Di Enters the Metropolis

Driving the slightly old pickup truck, Locke drove the excited Dio to Metropolis.

The wheels rolled over the melted snow on the road, making a slight rustling sound. Dio's face was almost pressed against the car window, and his red eyes reflected the gradually awakening steel forest.

"dad!"

He pointed out the window, where a towering glass building gleamed blindingly in the sunlight.

Locke caught a glimpse of his son trying his best to maintain a calm expression, but his eyes were constantly scanning the street scene like radar -

From the expensive suits displayed in the window, to the well-dressed urban white-collar workers in the roadside cafe, to the limited edition sports cars whizzing by.

"Why? It's more impressive than the area we visited last time?"

Locke held the steering wheel with one hand and ruffled Dio's blonde hair with the other.

"Cough cough!"

"Not bad." The boy immediately dodged like a cat whose tail was stepped on, but he couldn't hide the amazement in his tone. "I'm just curious why there's no snow on these streets?"

Locke chuckled.

Indeed, the last time I brought Dior to the Metropolitan Area, it was to a small Chinese restaurant in suburban Meadville.

What was presented before them at this moment was a truly well-maintained city center.

Every inch of the sidewalk was sparkling clean, the snow piles on the roadside were shaped into exquisite ice sculptures, and even the traffic lights were coated with a layer of silver.

"This is prime real estate—New Troy, kid."

Locke deliberately exaggerated his tone and said, "Do you know what a prime location is? Because every tile here is worth a lot."

"Dad." Dio suddenly interrupted him, a look of helplessness flashing across his face. "You're not going to tell that story about 'back when I was a big shot in Metropolis' again, are you?"

The pickup truck jolted so hard that Locke almost bit his tongue.

This kid.
When did you learn to predict?!
"Ding~"

As the car's GPS navigation prompt sounded, the two's destination finally appeared before their eyes.

The iconic curved glass curtain wall of the Metropolitan Hyatt Hotel looks like flowing gold in the morning sun.

"Dad." Pretending to be calm, the young man adjusted his collar and looked up at the sixty-story building. His voice was unusually ethereal. "Have you made it?"

"?!"

Locke's face darkened, and he smacked his son on the head without hesitation.

"Your Uncle Lionel arranged this."

Before he finished speaking, a fragrant breeze blew over.

"Mr. Kent?"

A woman in a slim business suit walked over quickly. "I'm Gray Gina Hutchinson."

"Boss sent me to greet you two."

She leaned forward slightly, and the diamond earrings on her earlobes reflected dazzling spots of light that dazzled Locke.

That’s right, it’s because it’s dazzling.

That's why Locke's gaze stayed on the pair of long legs in stiletto heels for 0.5 seconds.
Um.
He was caught red-handed by the smirking Dio.

His old face turned red, and Locke pressed Dio's head to turn it forward.

Gray ignored this little thing and was observing the father and son calmly. Honestly, in all her five years at Luther Group, this was the first time she had seen a "special friend" that Mr. Lionel mentioned repeatedly.

Every time Kansas agricultural investment comes up on the board.

The business emperor, who has always been calm and self-possessed, would always inadvertently explain a few more words, as if he was defending someone.

so.
Is this the farmer that the boss can’t forget?
She muttered in her mind.

The man in front of me was wearing washed-out overalls, and the calluses on his palms were clearly visible under the light of the hotel's crystal chandelier.

They seemed to be from two completely different worlds from the Wall Street elites that Boss usually met.

But that child
She glanced at the blond boy out of the corner of her eye.

Oh my god.
He looked like an angel from a classical painting.

Porcelain-white skin, rosy thin lips, and those rare ruby-like eyes.

Miss Grey, who can't resist beautiful things, is so touched by the cuteness at this moment.

"Miss Grey?"

Locke's voice sounded, "What do we do now?"

Suddenly coming back to her senses, Gray realized that she seemed to have been staring at Dio for too long.

"Sorry, sorry." Her ears felt slightly hot. "Behind us is the hotel that Boss prepared. Second."

Gray's voice suddenly stopped.

That child… The way he looked at her was completely out of character for his age. For a moment, she even felt as if a young emperor was assessing the loyalty of his subjects. This pressure, like facing Lionel directly, made Grey unconsciously straighten her back.

"Ms. Grey."

Dior suddenly spoke, his voice as sweet as honey, "The diamonds on your earrings are beautiful."

Gray unconsciously touched her earlobe and said, "Thank you, this is from last year."

“From the Premiere mine in South Africa, with an IF clarity grade and perfect cutting proportions.”

A sly glint flashed in the boy's red eyes. "It's a very good gift."

"what"

Gray covered her mouth in disbelief.

This was a gift given by the boss to the executives at last year's Christmas party. Logically, no one outside should know about it.

How could this country boy know such details and accurately state them?
"Dior."

"My son is a little naughty." Locke pinched his son's shoulder warningly and gave Gray an apologetic smile. "Lionel once showed me a little gift he brought back from a business trip, and that's when Dio saw it."

"I see. Sorry, I lost my composure, both of you."

"Please come with me."

Gray turned decisively and led the way.

She was afraid that if she continued to watch, she could not help but think about hugging Dio and squeezing him.

Although this child is a bit bearish,
Still impossible to refuse.

He followed Gray steadily through the revolving door at the entrance.

On both sides were waiters bowing in unison, which made Locke, an ordinary farmer, feel uneasy and pull at the wrinkles on his overalls.

These people were so respectful that it was as if they were welcoming some royal family member.

I'm just an ordinary farmer.
It's some stinky boy.
Locke couldn't help but look at Dio a few more times.

The boy was seen walking on the shiny marble floor with his hands in his pockets, his golden bangs swaying gently with his steps. He looked so matter-of-fact that he looked like a lion cub patrolling his territory.

When the waiters bowed, Dio even nodded slightly in return, his red eyes gleaming with a composure that belied his age.

He looks more like a royal than his old father.

"Sir, let me do it."

The butler wearing white gloves came from the side and was about to take Locke's luggage, but the young man turned around and naturally took the old travel bag from his father's hand.

"no need."

His voice was filled with a hint of reserved arrogance. "I'm responsible for my father's luggage."

Locke's mouth twitched, and he could see the world's figure flash by in the air.

——Except for him, no one noticed that the worn canvas bag suddenly became as light as a feather.

When did this kid learn this aristocratic manner?

Am I some kind of king?!
But looking at Dio's straight back and shining eyes, Locke finally just rubbed his nose and let his son play the role of a little adult.

It's a rare act of filial piety, I won't say anything more about him this time.

“The presidential suite comes with exclusive butler service.”

Gray added as she swiped through the elevator sensor area, "A Michelin chef is on call 24 hours a day, and there's also a wine cellar."

"Ding~"

The elevator door opened, causing Gray to stop talking.

Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the metropolitan skyline is dazzling.

Dio's reflection was reflected in the glass, and on that little face that pretended to be mature, the pure amazement of a ten-year-old child finally emerged.

“The presidential suite is on the top floor.”

Gray covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled softly. "Boss specially asked to prepare this for you two. You can see the panoramic view of the city from here."

Nodding, the beautiful scenery made the knowledgeable Locke couldn't help but whistle.

"One more thing, Mr. Kent."

“These are VIP tickets to the Met’s annual tech show tomorrow.”

Gray took out the gold-stamped envelope from her briefcase. "Boss said."

"Cough cough~"

Imitating the boss's unique tone, she said in a deep voice:
"That guy Locke must be reluctant to take Dio to a nice place to play."

"Give him the ticket. Given how stingy he is, he'll definitely go to the free exhibition."

(End of this chapter)