Chapter 441


    Mark put down the newspaper and looked at the fluffy little head of Charlotte who was sitting on hisp.


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    Apparently, her hairstyle no longer existed since she had woke up from her slumber. Her hair was as


    messy as a bird''s nest.


    ''Style her hair?''


    He squinted while rubbing his temples, his eyebrows twitching a little.


    Charlotte was pouting. "Uncle doesn''t know how to do it?" She was a little disappointed.


    Mark raised her eyebrows. With his strong arms, he set her on the ground. After a long stare, he picked


    up a hairbrush. 1


    Obviously, it was the first time he did this kind of thing. The process was somewhat frustrating. The


    strands of hair on the right he had brushed earlier would fall out of ce when he proceeded to brush


    the ones on the right. And when he had finally done brushing the right side, the same thing would


    happen t o the left. He just could notplete the mission.


    On top of that, he did not control his strength well. He identally pulled the roots of Charlotte''s hair. "It


    hurts..." She was in pain until her eyes went teary.


    After a long while, Mark had finally done tidying Charlotte''s hair. It was supposed to be a straight


    ponytail. But, obviously, the ponytail deviated to a side.


    "Uncle, it doesn''t look pretty." Charlotte looked in the mirror while swinging her ponytail.


    After looking at it for a moment, Mark agreed with her that it did not look pretty.


    However, he considered his performance to be good enough for able to tie a ponytail. Then he nced


    at the hairbrush. There were few strands of hair on it— the strands of hair that he had torn off.


    At this moment, the doorbell rang. A glint of dim light shed in Mark''s deep eyes. He checked the


    time. It''s just past eight o''clock, she came this early? ''


    He casually opened the door. As soon as he saw it was Yvette standing outside the door, there was a


    hint of surprise in his eyes. "Mom."


    As Yvette walked in, with just a nce, she saw Charlotte sitting on the sofa ying a game. Her


    delicate eyebrows were knitted together.


    "Regarding thepany share transfer, Why didn''t you discuss it with us in advance. You did not even


    bother to alert me about it before making such a decision." Yvette was still angered when she thought


    about it.


    Mark sat down casually, he long legs crossing, his gaze fixed at Charlotte who was ying Fruit Ninja.,


    Moving his thin lips, he uttered a few words, "It was ast minute decision."


    Yvette was out of words when she heard that. "Then why did you give up the custody of that kid? "


    "Mom, I can make my own decision on my own affairs. There is no need to bring up a conversation


    about a decision that I have made..."


    "Yes, you can all make your own decisions. Your dad can do it, you can do it, and Jazz can do it too.


    It''s redundant to ask me!" Yvette could not help but raise her voice.


    Little Charlotte was trembling as she was frightened. Mark took her into his arms. He looked at Yvette


    and said tly, "You have scared the child, Mom. Did you purposelye here for this?"


    Yvette was unhappy, her chest panting heavily. Hearing Mark''s words, Yvette thought of something


    more important. She temporarily suppressed her anger and said,


    "Raine will be home today. It was a ten o''clock flight. She did not let me tell you because she was afraid


    that you were busy


    "I think I’d bettere over and tell you. Go pick her u p at the airport. She has been so busy these


    days that she has not taken any break, and yet she returned overnight.


    "There are still some scars on her face. I''m afraid she will feel ufortable foring back for the


    first time after fours years apart. Thus, you can hand this kid over to me, I will take care of her."


    Upon hearing this, Charlotte flinched into Mark''s arms and hugged him tightly. Apparently, she was not


    happy.


    "I''ll take her with me instead," Mark said. Obviously, h e did not have the intention to let Yvette take


    care of Charlotte.


    Hearing this, Yvette nced at Charlotte. A me of anger burned within her. ''Look at how she


    behaves. Did she think that I would eat her? Sure enough, she is not adorable at all!


    ''Why would I want her? I''ll have a grandson when Mark gets married..''