The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Therefore, money could make people lost too. It wasn’t unreasonable for the rich to look down on the poor and the poor was disgusted by the rich.

But Olive Steele didn’t think she was poor. She had family affection, love and friendship—they were all her wealth.

Her parents’ health was her wealth. Her daughter growing up happily was her wealth. Chloe Malan walking out from the shadow of her failed marriage was her wealth. And to be with Alan Hoyle together was her wealth too.

Her wealth wasn’t quantified by money. It was something that Mrs. Hoyle would never understand.

Alan Hoyle apologized to her parents on behalf of his mother, still went in and out from the Steele’s place, and picked her up to and off work.

Although Annie was young, many conversations between adults were did behind her. But she had already smelled the unusual atmosphere at home. She secretly pulled Alan Hoyle and asked, “Uncle, will you leave us?”

Alan Hoyle smiled and stroke the little girl’s head, saying, “I won’t.”

Annie squeezed at him for a while, then whispered, “I don’t call you dad because I’m afraid that one day, you will suddenly disappear after I get used to.”

Alan Hoyle felt sad for a while after hearing that. Olive Steele saw the corner of his eyes were wet. She hid herself behind the door and cried silently. A child’s words always touched people’s hearts.

Since then, the intimacy between both father and daughter seemed to increase overnight. Annie still called him uncle, but their bickering had lessened more and more. Occasionally, she would suddenly call him dad, making Alan Hoyle feel as if he was in cloud nine.

Alan Hoyle took her and

he promised his daughter, and he couldn’t break his promise.

a sportswear and ran as fast as a bunny as soon as she got out of the car.

banging sounds coming from the shooting range. Alan Hoyle tested his skill a bit and hit the clay skeet one by one. That was

A

He took the advantage of the situation to give guidance, “Do you want to

loud and clear, itching to have a go.

All of them scattered in safe areas. But

Hoyle, and he came to compete, shooting with

and winked.

President Hoyle, are you making fun of me?”

Hoyle was loading bullets. He narrowed his eyes and glanced forward. “Can’t help it. My woman doesn’t like me gambling. The weather is a bit hot, so ice creams please them.”

wife and child. And seeing it by myself now—‘sweethearts’—you really deserves the

become a celebrity. She would occasionally be recognized on the street, so there was nothing strange when she

The rule of the competition was to hit the clay skeets both at standstill and motion the most within one minute from a hundred meters

shooting range was

restrain her excitement, “Good luck,

He smiled, “Isn’t