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Later, Andrew lifted his profound gaze and looked at Ryan, asking, “Have you found out about the things I asked you to investigate?”
Ryan nodded, “I was just about to tell you. Those thugs were bought off, and the one who bought them is named Carter, a small owner of an electronic gaming company. I had someone carefully investigate, and this Carter is related to the Mitchell family.”
“Is this Caleb’s doing?” Andrew raised an eyebrow. The deep furrow on his forehead instantly became colder, giving an impression of profound inscrutability.
When he went to the police station to bail out Isabella and saw those thugs, suspicion arose. These people were always seeking profit and rarely engaged in such major conflicts. Only a young girl like Isabella, inexperienced in the ways of the world, would think this incident was just an accident.
“Olivia is Isabella’s wet nurse’s daughter. Caleb could easily connect Olivia to Isabella. Should I send someone to protect her?” Ryan asked again.
“Find a few skilled werewolves to secretly protect her, without affecting her daily life,” Andrew instructed.
Ryan nodded in understanding, then couldn’t help but sigh, “Alpha, every time she causes trouble, you clean up the mess. This is the first time I’ve seen you so concerned about a woman.”
Ignoring his words, Andrew leaned back, extinguishing the cigarette butt forcefully in the ashtray with a long finger. Afterward, he glanced out the window into the deep night, as if lost in thought.
After a brief silence, he spoke softly, “It’s late; go back.”
Then, his tall figure left the boss’s chair, casually picked up the suit jacket hanging nearby, and strode out.
Andrew usually returned home after midnight. Amelia and Asher had long since gone to sleep.
Entering the house as usual, he was surprised to find the study’s light still on.
Changing into indoor shoes, he went inside, heading straight for the study.
The room was in disarray, with scattered books covering the floor. Isabella stood in front of the bookshelf, struggling to reach the top row of books.
Andrew, without much emotion, walked up behind her, lifted his arm, and effortlessly retrieved the book.
This was the inequality in height and physicality between men and women.
Isabella turned around, saw him, grinned, and her eyes sparkled. “Back so late, where did you go fool around again?”
Ignoring her jest, he hung the suit jacket on the hanger with a casual hand and lowered his head to roll up his shirt sleeves.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his deep eyes surveying the mess on the floor.
“Haven’t you seen the news? I want to use Moonlit Art Inc.’s assets to establish a charitable foundation. However, I’m not well-versed in this area. I noticed there were books on this topic in your study, so I wanted to dig them out and take a look,” Isabella replied.
A homeless wanderer, finding so many books on economics and management in the study, some of them rare editions, was quite a sight. Some of the books on the floor were ones she had just looked at, and a few fell when she reached for the top shelf.
“Still got a bit of a brain. With this foundation, you can smoothly take back your shares. Even if David wants to oppose it, he won’t withstand the pressure of public opinion,” Andrew said, looking at her with a glance, even his words of admiration were delivered in a detached manner. He was always like this, seemingly unaffected even by the weight of Mount Tai.
In Isabella’s words, he was pretending to be profound. However, Andrew didn’t need to feign depth; he truly was profound.
With one hand in his pocket, he walked to the bookshelf, pulled out four or five books, tossed them onto the table, and scribbled on a few pages with a signature pen. “Take a look at these; they should be useful to you. Put the others back on the shelf.”
After giving the instructions, he left the study and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
When he came back after showering, the study was still as messy as ever. Isabella sat by the window, holding a few books and earnestly flipping through them.
Hearing the door move, she raised her head. With a pleasing expression, she said, “I’m not very good at housework. Let’s hire a cleaner tomorrow.”
Isabella’s claim of not being good at housework was quite modest; she hadn’t done housework at all.
Before Eleanor divorced, she treated her only daughter like the apple of her eye, never allowing her to do anything. Later, when Charlotte married in, wanting to demonstrate her virtuousness, she was even more indulgent towards Isabella. Moreover, with plenty of housemaids around, there was no need for Isabella to do any housework.
Andrew subconsciously furrowed his brow but reluctantly had to clean up the study himself.
Meanwhile, Isabella, the one who had made a mess of the study, sat there without a trace of awareness, engrossed in her books.
As he tidied up the room, she had almost finished reading one book. With her excellent memory and fast reading, she practically read ten lines at a glance.
Seeing that she wanted to continue with the next book, he spoke, “It’s too late; go rest. You can continue tomorrow.”
His voice was consistently low and cool, carrying an unquestionable authority. Sometimes, Isabella found him quite oppressive.
“It’s quiet reading at night. Besides, I don’t have any plans tomorrow, so I can catch up on sleep,” she explained.
“Turning day into night isn’t good for your health,” Andrew added.
She compromised with a sigh, “Then, I’ll go to sleep after finishing this one.”
He nodded, agreeing to that.
He walked to the large desk, opened the computer, and began browsing through documents. Coincidentally, the Turner family foundation also had a charity fund project recently, but the board had yet to approve it. Those stubborn individuals treated money for charity as if it were a death sentence.
Andrew’s gaze unintentionally fell on Isabella. “Establishing a charity fund, with the majority of Moonlit Art Inc.’s profits going to charity, doesn’t it bother you?”
She looked up at his words, and their eyes met without warning. Her eyes were clear, radiating brilliance, even more dazzling than the stars outside the window.
Such clarity and brilliance seemed to draw out the deepest soul within a person. Andrew instinctively averted his gaze, faintly hearing the sound of his heart pounding in his chest.
The troublemaker, Isabella, was oblivious to the disturbance she caused and continued talking, “When my grandfather was alive, he used to take me to summer camps every year, visited some impoverished areas, and even went to Africa once. He was always working for charity, so even after he passed away so many years ago, he is still respected by many.
As for me, I don’t have his high moral standards. For me, the money from the Allen family, instead of benefiting David, might as well be donated to those children who cannot afford education and the lonely elderly.”
After listening, Andrew smiled gently. It was good to be able to let go and be open-minded at Isabella’s age; it was already quite rare.
“You’re doing well already.”
“Yeah, I think I’m doing pretty well.” She nodded confidently.
Andrew looked at her, shaking his head with a faint smile.