"So it seems that the teenagers are leading the Inventor to the Paris Museum." Hawkmoth observed.

"Perhaps they aren't as bad as I thought they were." He smiled.

Hawkmoth's evil grin disappeared quickly as he recognised a familiar blonde head of hair bouncing up and down just a few steps behind the Inventor. "Is that-?" He paused, "no, it couldn't be."

His character broke as he believed his eyes were deceiving him. That couldn't be Adrien. He lost the boy a good two decades ago on a camping trip.

And he's not old. The boy is still just that, a boy. He would have been well past his twenties by now. Maybe his eyes were deceiving him. His son couldn't be alive.

But just in case...

"Inventor." Hawkmoth called, a purple butterfly mama illuminated on both ends of the communication. The Imventor's head moved upwards slightly, acknowledging that he heard the villain.

"That blonde boy you are with, do not harm him in anyway." And to cover his tracks, "He will be a great asset for you to obtain Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculouses."

The Inventor nodded.

Good.

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