Xavier, though strict with his subordinates, was never stingy. He promoted Leonard and doubled his salary.
Leonard’s cold face showed no emotion, but as he was about to leave, he couldn’t help but ask Xavier, “Mr. Lane, is Kiki really going to marry into the Shaw family?”
Leonard had heard some rumors about Xavier and Tristan being close friends.
Xavier didn’t deny it. “Yes. She’s engaged.”
A strange expression flickered across Leonard’s face at those words. “Mr. Lane, Kiki is a friend of your wife’s. Could you do me a favor and ask Tristan to let Kiki go? He shouldn’t marry her.”
Xavier didn’t understand what Leonard was implying. Instead of asking why, he coldly replied, “Mr. Cook, we only have a professional relationship. I don’t make it a habit to interfere in other people’s personal affairs. If you don’t want Kiki to marry Tristan, you should talk to both of them directly.”
He despised getting involved in others’ relationships.
Upon hearing that, Leonard could only leave without a word.
As soon as Leonard was gone, Mark couldn’t help but comment, “Mr. Lane, he must think you’re some kind of relationship guru.”
“Do you have nothing better to do?” Xavier shot back.
Mark immediately clammed up and returned to work.
Xavier immersed himself in his tasks, unaware of the storm brewing back home because of a certain boy.
“Damn it, that damn liar!” Noah fumed. When he woke up that morning, Wendy, the plump caregiver from Fortian Manor who used to take care of him, told him that Xavier had left for work early.
“Noah, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Wendy asked, puzzled as she watched the boy fuming. Yvette was busy composing music.
Noah’s cheeks were flushed. “Nothing. It’s just that someone lied to me.”
“Who dared to lie to you? Tell me, and I’ll deal with them,” Wendy cooed, her heart aching at seeing the little one so upset.
Noah looked at Wendy. “Ms. Wendy, can you call Mr. Xavier for me?”
“Mr. Lane?” Wendy hesitated. “I don’t have Mr. Lane’s phone number.”
Just the thought of Xavier’s cold demeanor made Wendy nervous. Even if she had his number, she wouldn’t dare to call him.
Noah sighed again. “Alright.” It wouldn’t matter if he called if Xavier didn’t want to take him to the office.
As he sat there, lost in his disappointment, the manor’s security team called.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Noah, could you please pass the phone to Mrs. Lane?” the security guard asked.
Noah thought about how his mom was currently focused, so he didn’t want to disturb her. He asked, “What’s going on? You can tell me.” “Mrs. Yandell, your grandmother, has arrived and says she wants to see you.”
The security personnel at Dewberry Manor hadn’t changed, so they knew Yara was Yvette’s biological mother. When Noah heard that Yara bad
come, he clenched his fists.
“Please let her in.”
“Yes, Mr. Noah.” The guard then allowed her to enter.
Yara hadn’t expected her visit to Dewberry Manor this time to be so troublesome. She shot the security guard a glare before walking in.
Inside the luxurious manor, Yara
immediately spotted Noah, who looked like a delicate, carved doll,
sitting in the living room. She had et
seen the child once before but hadn’t paid much attention. Never would she have imagined that he was a descendant of the Lane family.
She strode in, her high heels clicking, and her face was full of smiles.
“Noah, I’m your grandmother.” She then took out a toy she had bought and handed it to Noah. “This is a gift from me.”
Yara hadn’t originally planned to
come, but her pretending to be sick to get bail was about to be exposed by Yvette She had no choice but to visit Yvette directly. In the past, as long as she showed some humility, Yvette would listen to whatever she said. She was certain it would be no different this time.
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