Chapter 1512 Special Treatment


    yton silently withdrew his hand, stood up, and walked over.


    "Chairman Stanton, Michael has stayed here for a long time. I''m sorry to disturb you.”


    Floyd had a problem with yton, but he loved Lil Michael from the bottom of his heart.


    He rolled his eyes. "No need for that. I did it for that poor child.”


    Poor child?


    yton did not understand how this adjective could b e used to describe Michael.


    However, he did not argue.


    Nicole walked over leisurely and stood behind Floyd, cing her hands on his shoulders to massage


    him.


    "You’ve worked hard, Dad, but we''ve contacted Lil Michael''s school. He''ll go back and board there


    again after a few days. It''s still an international school after all, so its standard is trustworthy."


    She gave him a heads up so he would let Michael leave when the time came.


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    Floyd frowned.


    "It''s just that stupid school that charges several hundred thousand a year and watched as children fight


    each other. It''s not as good aspulsory education back then where things were done properly.


    Those aren’t any worse than this one!"


    yton paused. "Yes, Uncle Floyd, you''re right, but there''s no suitable school that''ll ept Michael’s


    sybus right now. Besides, he’s still so young. It''s easy for problems to crop up if he doesn''t get


    special care."


    Hearing yton''s exnation, Floyd finally eased up.


    Floyd was not qualified to take care of Lil Michael''s academic affairs.


    yton was the guardian.


    However, it just broke Floyd''s heart to see Lil Michael being so tired at such a young age.


    After talking for a while, Lil Michael woke up from his nap upstairs.


    When he saw Nicole, he was so excited that he ran over and hugged her, refusing to let go.


    "Pretty Lady, Uncle Floyd and I missed you so much, right?"


    Floyd scoffed, unable to get angry with Lil Michael at all.


    "Who missed her?"


    “Uncle Floyd said that he''ll let me marry you when I grow up!”


    yton narrowed his eyes and nced at his son dangerously. He took Michael from the cor and


    yanked him back.


    "Let''s go. I''ll check your homework."


    "Pretty Lady, save me..."


    The father and son pair disappeared upstairs, and Nicoleughed.


    Floyd rolled his eyes at her. "Don''t be too happy yet."


    Nicole blinked.


    "What''s wrong?"


    "I like that boy, but not his father. Don''t think I can''t see how he''s eyeing you."


    Nicoleughed and gently squeezed his shoulders.


    "Dad, that''s because I’m too likable!"


    Floyd chuckled. "Cheeky monkey!"


    The two of them chatted and went out to the garden.


    Under the setting sun, Floyd stood there and hesitated for a long time before speaking.


    "Do you know about Eric’s engagement?"


    Nicole nodded.


    "I originally thought that there was still hope between you. I wanted you two to get back together but


    was afraid that you''ll suffer even more. Have you really let go of him?"


    Floyd fixed his eyes on his daughter.


    Nicole smiled. "Dad, if I hadn''t let go, I wouldn''t have divorced him."


    Floyd paused for a few seconds before smiling self-deprecatingly.


    "That''s true. You''re just like your mother, never dragging your feet."


    "It''s also good that he can start over."


    Nicole said and paused before she added, "But it seems like he’s not serious."


    Floyd turned to the side. "You could tell too?"


    Nicole nodded.


    "Although Ferguson Corporation was very tight-lipped about it, our people still managed to find


    something out from the investigation. Eric''s fiancee, Angie, is the daughter of an arms dealer in East


    Asia. They’re very powerful. Ferguson Corporation ispletely clean without the slightest stain on the


    surface. How would they deliberately let themselves get involved in firearms? Wouldn''t that be


    intentionally giving people dirt on them?"