Mr Carroll Went Crazy After Divorce

People were busy gossiping and discussing. Quite a lot of them had ignored Nevaeh, Sion’s current fiancee. After all, they had talked too much about that name in the past five years. Nevaeh had been in public activities during those years, so she couldn’t be the little girl’s mother.

The crowd didn’t stop discussing until another man of the day in Lower Hopton arrived at the party. It was Albie Doyle, the successor of Doyle Group, whose headquarters was abroad. T-Shine was a domestic branch office of this corporation, but under his leadership, it had out-competed most of the medium-sized companies in the past five years. Surely, Albie was a promising and capable businessman.

To the darling daughters of the local rich families, Albie was the most outstanding person of their generation and he was also the topic echoing through every drawing room. They’d like to marry a capable and handsome husband if they couldn’t get rid of the family alliance. It didn’t matter that he was publicly engaged a year ago. They believed they still had a shot as long as he was still unmarried.

Albie looked around but didn’t feel like talking to anyone of them. He looked away and saw Sion, who was carrying a little girl, who caught his attention. Then he faked a smile and sat down beside Sion.

“What a happy coincidence, Mr Carroll.”

Sion heard him and looked back. So did Morgan.

“Yeah, Mr Doyle.” Said Sion, with a poker face, “Crescent Group’s party isn’t a secret. You must have known it already.”

It was like fighting on the battlefield every time they met, and they both knew the reason.

“Indeed.” Albie nodded and smiled, “‘ Queen’ has given you the privilege of cooperation, right? Have you got one billion ready yet?”

Sion showed up at the party, which indicated that he was determined to win the cooperation with Queen. Albie snorted in their heart.

“No bother, Mr Doyle.” Said Sion peacefully, “If you got time, why not chat up to the host of the party?”

Albie wasn’t pissed. He looked at Morgan and said, “Is this your daughter? Why didn’t you tell us? We should have congratulated you!”

Somehow, Sion, who was above explaining to anyone but didn’t want to be misunderstood by Albie.

“This little girl?” he glanced at Morgan and smiled, “I found her on the street.”

Then he frowned and continued, “Mr Doyle, you’re quite nosy. You are busy with nothing in the company, aren’t you?”

When Albie was about to talk back, he was frozen when he saw Morgan’s side face.

“This little girl…”

Albie wasn’t in the mood of being mean but was utterly attracted by Morgan. He was shocked as he found that the girl looked like Aurora a lot. He had seen lots of Aurora’s childhood photos when he stayed in the Robertson Brick. This little girl looked at least 60% alike Aurora, Albie thought. Somehow, he felt that Sion had taken her home for this reason as well.

The marriage between Aurora and Sion is only based on a promise but not love. And they wouldn’t have been so close as to have shared their childhood photos. Why? He kept thinking hard but still couldn’t figure it out.

“What’s the problem?” Sion interrupted and frowned, “Did you see her before, Mr Doyle?”

He thought of nothing else but remembered Morgan’s unknown parents, who seemed to disappear overnight. He believed it could save him much trouble if Albie had seen them before.

“Nope. I just wanted to say, this little girl is adorable.” Albie was a little jealous and wondered where Sion had found a little girl who looked so much like Aurora. Then he held back his confusion and said calmly, “She’s a doll. Don’t you think so?”

“I don’t doubt that.” Sion raised his eyebrows.

Morgan listened to them quietly. She had bright and round eyes, and she looked at Sion and then looked at Albie again. To their surprise, she was acting serious.

She knew Albie. Aurora had read the domestic news and told her and her brother more than once that Albie was their uncle. But she found that her uncle seemed not to get on well with her father, since she thought the way they talk was weird.

Sion looked at her serious face and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”

Morgan glanced at Albie and pointed to a glass of water on the table. Albie was also a looker. Maybe mommy would introduce them to Albie when she was done with her work, Morgan thought.

Sion picked up the glass and fed her the water personally, in case she wet her dress.

“Unbelievable! You are such a caring father.” Said Albie. He then looked at Morgan and smiled softly.

Sion put the glass back on the table and said, “Mr Doyle, be ready for more surprises.”

It was getting more and more crowded, but the host hadn’t shown his or her face yet. An occasion like this was a paradise to those who wanted to suck up to big shots, but it was boring to them since they didn’t have to please anyone else.

A few moments later, Albie looked back at Morgan once again. He liked her no matter whether she had any connection to Aurora or not.

“What’s your name?” he lowered his voice.

Sion glimpsed at him but didn’t stop it. After all, he was confident that Morgan would be close to no one else except him. He bet Albie would be embarrassed.

Morgan stared at him and smiled. She couldn’t speak to Albie for the time and thought she must apologize to him after her parents got back together.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Albie was touched by her sweet smile, and couldn’t help to pinch her soft cheek. Morgan let him and smiled again. Sion happened to see that and got somewhat jealous right away. Wasn’t she close to him only? How could she let Albie pinch her cheek?