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 their daughter to the shooting

promised his

fast as

sounds coming from the shooting range. Alan Hoyle tested his skill a bit and hit the clay skeet one by one. That was dashing. Their daughter finally looked at him

A sharpshooter.”

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

and clear, itching to have

people in the shooting range. All of them scattered in

There was someone apparently knew Alan Hoyle, and he came to compete, shooting with great

performance for his daughter. He turned and winked. He said, “Sweethearts, wait

President Hoyle,

Alan 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

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

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

hit the clay skeets both at standstill and

in the shooting

couldn’t restrain her excitement, “Good

glanced at Alan Hoyle weirdly. He smiled, “Isn’t she your