The Years Between Signing and Seeing novel Chapter 451

The next day was Sunday.

Suzie tagged along with her kids to the set. To avoid being recognized by the crew, she wore a staff lanyard around her neck, just like Mia.

She usually watched the kids' shoots through Mia's video calls. Seeing it in person felt pretty good.

Though it was an outdoor location, the client had set up a spacious glass conservatory with air conditioning. The meticulously decorated set was filled with colorful bubbles, ensuring the kids wouldn't be scorched by the sun or overwhelmed by the heat. The staff were gentle with them, capturing candid shots while they played, so they wouldn't get tired.

Suzie couldn't help but sigh inwardly. *These little ones have it so easy. They make money way faster than I ever could...*

While she sat in the lounge area watching the kids play, Mia leaned in and whispered, "Suzie, look over there. That car looks exactly like the one Mr. Baylor was in yesterday."

Suzie frowned slightly and followed Mia's gaze.

In the distance, the car had just parked. The man stepping out of the driver's seat was indeed Aaron Stillman.

After opening the door for Jamie, Aaron hurried to the trunk and pulled out a mountain of colorful, adorable gift boxes. One look and you knew they were for kids.

Suzie furrowed her brow and asked Mia softly, "Are there other kids shooting campaigns here today besides ours?"

"Yeah," Mia replied. "There are a few other sets over there. Probably around twenty kids in total today. But... Suzie, they're definitely here for our little ones. If you ask me, you either play it cool and stay, or you sneak out right now. The nannies and I can handle things here."

Suzie looked back at her kids in the distance. Before she could answer Mia, the photographer yelled, "Cut!"

When she saw Aaron carrying armfuls of gifts, she had no choice but to walk over.

By the time Suzie reached the shade of the canopy, they had already beaten her to it. Jamie was crouching down, explaining what was inside each box.

The kids were listening intently, their eyes wide with fascination. Zeke was even reaching out to tear open one of the wrappers.

"You three!" Suzie's voice cracked like a whip. "What are the rules we follow at home?"

At the sound of her strict tone, the three little ones immediately pulled their hands back, lowered their heads, and stood in a neat row.