The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

In the end, Declan decided to go to Europe. He knew running away was not the best way. He would only strengthen the doubts of the board of directors and shareholders about his incompetence instead.

But that's fine with him. He was tired of all that and wanted to find a breather for a while. Maybe a year or two living in Spain could make him find something he wanted, even though he doubted he would find it as long as his father wanted him to succeed in his position.

Declan decided to clear his mind by drinking in a bar on the first day he arrived. He thought no one would approach him because no one recognized him. He even put his indifferent and unfriendly aura so no one would dare to greet him.

But who would have thought a shameless girl approached him and acted as if she was his close friend.

"Hi handsome, why are you alone here?"

Declan was nonchalant and didn't react to the girl. He even pretended he was still alone and viewed the girl as nothing.  Basically, he didn't like being approached by strangers, let alone a low-call girl like this one.

How could a girl use excessive make-up and strong perfume on her body. It made him want to splash this girl with water to remove the girl's make-up.

But then again, he didn't want to cause trouble in a foreign land on his first day. Thus, he only gave the brazen shameless girl a silent treatment.

But the girl irritated him even more by touching his arm without his permission.

"Oh, my. You have a good shape. I bet all girls will swamp around you."

Declan glanced at the girl's hand that was touching his arm. He wondered why his body didn't resist the girl's touch? On the contrary, he felt her touch had a calming effect on his stiff muscles.

"Something's on your mind, isn't it?" miraculously, the girl knew his troubled mind.

Is this girl a psychic? And also… how long will this girl be squeezing his arm muscles?

He felt this girl couldn't keep her hand to herself and got closer to him as if he was her magnet.

The strangest thing was… why didn't he resist her? No. It was as if he couldn't resist her. Nevertheless, Declan was still quiet and saw what the girl would do next.

"Tell me what bothers you. People say it will lessen your stress a lot if you share it with other people."

"That's quite true." blurted Declan without his brain command. He never expected he would respond to this girl's offer. "But I don't have a habit of revealing my mind to a stranger."

The girl gave a cute giggle when she returned the words, "Aren't we perfect? I don't know you, and you don't know me. We can't harm each other by only talking, can we?"

Declan heaved a heavy sigh without slapping the girl's hand that was still holding her arm. "Mind your own business. I want to be alone."

"No one in the world wants to be alone unless he wanted to die alone."

"…" is this girl wanted him dead now? How dare she!

"You have sharp eyes and unwavering jaw. It only meant you have high confidence, yet now you look like a lost child."

"What are you? Are you a psychic or a doctor?"

The girl gave a hearty laugh when she heard that. "I'm a doctor? Oh, please. I will be blackened out when I see blood. I just loved observing people and what is on their minds. I need to know which one is my ally or my enemy."

"Why?"

"Let's say I'm the president's daughter."

"You are?"

"Of course not, silly."

"…" this is the first time someone called him 'silly.'

"But I'm no different with one. So I'm having a bit of a hard time distinguishing who is my ally and who is my enemy. If I let my guard down and think my enemy is my friend, I could die at any moment."

"You have a rough life."

"I do. That's why I ran away."

"You're not from here?"

"Nu-uh. And for your information, my family doesn't know I'm here, but my new friends there didn't know that. It's my secret."

Declan turned his head towards a group of girls who were not much different from the girl sitting next to him. Are they all the call girls?

"Why are you telling me your secret?"

"Because I sense you're the same with me. You ran away, didn't you?"

"I did not."

"Then why are you here, mister? Aren't you worried that your family will look for you?"

"I could say the same to you."

The girl chuckled mischievously, "They won't look for me as my uncle already found me."

Declan glanced scornfully at the girl. He didn't understand what was in that little head.

"What do you want from me?" He craved to be alone and think calmly after being mentally depressed because of his father's high expectations from him... and he failed him.

"Nothing. I want to accompany the lost soul."

"..." Declan became speechless. "If I tell you about myself, would you leave me alone?"

"If you wanted it."

"Fine. It's nothing special anyway. I'm an adopted child, and my father gave me his most proud and biggest project, but I failed him. And now he's feeling down, and everyone in his family is blaming me. They said I would never be my father or do what he had accomplished. I am an outsider, and nothing can change that reality."

"Why do you insist on wanting to be your father? You are you, and your father is your father."

"You don't understand. Never will."

"That might be true. But I understand one thing. Just as you will never be like your father, your father will never be like you."

Declan snorted in mocking huff, "What can I be proud of? My father's company belongs to my father, and I will not be able to replace him."

"Then why don't you create your own? Something that you can call it your own."

"…"