Camila was pleasantly surprised. "Really? Thank you."

"You're most welcome, madam. Feel free to reach out to me anytime you need assistance," Eagle replied respectfully.

Camila preferred not to issue orders or speak in an arrogant tone.

She believed in treating everyone as equals.

Camila then briefed Eagle on the basic details of the Sun Pharmaceutical Group. "I'm not interested in their business information, but rather some personal details. I don't expect the information to be encrypted; it should be relatively easy to locate."

After all, it wasn't a confidential business matter.

"Understood. I'll have someone locate the information you need promptly in one day," Eagle replied.

Camila nodded in agreement.

As they conversed, the car pulled up to their residence, and Camila stepped out.

Upon entering the room, Joe rushed over and held her legs.

Looking up at her, he blinked and said, "Mommy."

He was so cute.

Camila bent over and picked him up. She planted a kiss on his cheek and asked, “Did you miss me?"

Joe nodded eagerly, then inquired, “Where's Dad?"

“He's busy, sweetheart. He might be home a bit late today," Camila replied.

Joe's face fell a little. "Oh."

Camila carried Joe into the little baby, Bowen's room and inquired, "Did you help Grandma take care of your little brother?"

"Yes." Joe pouted, complaining, “But Bowen always cries. He's such a crybaby."

Rowena overheard Joe's remark and chimed in, “You used to cry a lot when you were Little too, Joe."

Joe refused to admit it, asserting, “I'm not a crybaby. It's my brother."