After Quincy left, Nolan stood up, sat down in front of a single couch, crossed his legs, and stared at
Daisie.
Daisie looked everywhere except at her father. Her father was scary when he didn’t speak. She was
missing her mother!
Nolan controlled his anger and didn’t explode. “Daisie, I know you don’t want to leave your friend, but
you can be friends with anyone except Noilace.”
“Why?” Daisie looked up curiously and tilted her head. “Dad, Nolly is a nice person. Why don’t you like
him?”
Nolan rubbed the bridge of his nose because his head was aching. “That boy is manipulative. You’re too
innocent.”
Daisie was confused. “What does that mean?”
Nolan didn’t know what to say. He was talking about something so difficult to understand to an 8-year-
old. She wouldn’t understand.
He sighed. “Just listen to me. He’s not as simple as you think.” …
“Wayion and Colton aren’t simple either. Why don’t you like it when Noilace is the same?”
Nolan was rendered speechless once again.
Daisie continued. “Isn’t being clever a good thing?” What she understood by not being simple was being
too clever.
Nolan stood up. “Just listen to me and don’t see him anymore.”
Daisie pouted and didn’t say anything.
Nolan stopped in front of her, slightly bent down, and pinched her cheeks. “You hear me?”
Daisie nodded reluctantly.
Nolan’s phone rang, and he saw that it was Maisie when he pulled his phone out.
He tapped on the button to pick up, only for Daisie to yell, “Mom! Dad yelled at me!”
Nolan had nothing to say.
Maisie heard Daisie’s complaint and narrowed her eyes. “You yelled at her?”
Nolan looked at Daisie, who was pretending to be bullied. “I didn’t. She’s just acting.”
Daisie wanted to say something, but Nolan gestured at Quincy at the door.
Quincy walked in, covered Daisie’s mouth, and took her away under his arm.
Nolan smiled. There’s no way you’re going to win, little girl.’
“Nolan, what’s happening there?” Maisie asked, “Did the Cliffords give you trouble?”
Nolan smiled while he walked to the window. “No, don’t worry.”
Maisie was curious. “Was Elder Master Clifford reasonable?”
His smile broadened. “Yes,” His eyes fell on the port far away. “We might actually become family with
them.”
Two days later…
Quincy handed information that Yorrick had sent over to Nolan. “Mr. Hathaway has some tricks up his
sleeves. Maisie was just scratching the surface. He had information on the big juicy ones.” Nolan wasn’t
surprised about that. Yorrick could get information in Yaramoor that few could because he had become
the biggest investor in the media while concealing his identity.
All news from the media, leaks, or information that were removed years ago were mostly kept internally
and classified. Yorrick had access to all that
He had his finger in all the pies. He would invest in foreign companies and had a good eye, so he
wouldn’t be involved in ventures that would be a loss. He would look at future volatility when investing,
and he would pull up without hesitation once something became volatile. That was why he could spend a
lot of money but still stay rich.
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