Chapter 370

Oliver Sinclair blinked rapidly, his lips parting to introduce himself when a frantic whisper crackled through his tiny earpiece.

His nanny hissed, "Don't tell her anything! If you do, she'll fall for your father instead!"

Oliver's small shoulders slumped. Compared to his impossibly perfect father, the only advantage he could claim was being younger.

"My Muse can't be stolen by Daddy! Never!"

The boy's mouth snapped shut like a trap. His eyes darted sideways with sudden mischief.

"My father's loaded, but all his billions will be mine someday. So you should just adore me now."

Evelyn Sinclair couldn't suppress the bubble of laughter that escaped her. The child's audacity melted her heart completely.

Preston Sinclair must be obscenely wealthy!

She led Oliver back to Sterling Manor where Leo, her AI tiger companion, nearly short-circuited from excitement, spinning dizzy circles around the boy.

"Mommy! I adore Oliver already!"

Oliver scooped up the mechanical feline, scratching behind its ears with practiced ease.

"I adore you too, kitty!"

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"I'm a tiger!"

Leo's tail lashed indignantly as Evelyn slipped into the kitchen for refreshments. The moment she disappeared, Oliver hoisted the struggling AI by its scruff.

"Listen here, furball. I'm Muse's boyfriend, so if you call her Mommy, you'd better call me Daddy!"

Leo's face contorted from the awkward grip. "No way! Daddy is Nathan Blackwood! The most gorgeous man alive!"

"Mommy says tigers should be bold!"

Fuming, Oliver dropped the cat but immediately panicked about potential tattling. "Whatever! I won't waste time on some malfunctioning robot! She's mine anyway!"

A melodic chime interrupted from Oliver's smartwatch.

Preston Sinclair's ID flashed.

Grumbling, Oliver accepted the call. "Daddy..."

Preston's baritone voice rumbled through the speaker. "Location. Now."

"I'm at Muse's house! And you can't come over!" Oliver's voice pitched higher with desperation.

If his breathtaking Muse met Daddy, he'd be completely outmatched!

Preston's dark chuckle vibrated through the watch. "Thirty minutes. Either you're home, or I collect you personally."

He derived particular pleasure from thwarting his son's schemes.

Oliver stomped his foot, cheeks puffing like an angry chipmunk. "No! No! I'm sleeping over with Muse!"

"Who are you arguing with?"

Evelyn reappeared carrying two glasses of chocolate milk, eyebrows raised.

Oliver moved to end the call when Preston's commanding voice stopped him. "Put her on."

With great reluctance, the boy extended his wrist. Only then did Evelyn notice the holographic display: Call in Progress.

"Is that your father?"

"Ms. Sterling, we meet again."

Evelyn's response remained flawlessly composed. "Mr. Sinclair."

"My apologies for the intrusion. Someone will retrieve the troublemaker shortly. If he resists, simply deposit him on the doorstep. No need for sentimentality."

Evelyn glanced at Oliver's scarlet, puffing face and laughed. "How heartless."

"Any boy scheming to sleepover with women is just a spoiled brat."

The line went dead.

Oliver's eyes bulged, his entire face flushing crimson. "Stupid Daddy!"

Ruining his chances with Muse! That traitorous, horrible, mean Daddy!

Evelyn bit back another laugh, quickly soothing him. "Don't fret. I know our Oliver would never be that sort of boy!"

After extensive coddling, Oliver's sulk gradually lessened.

The doorbell chimed moments later.

Evelyn answered to find a pleasantly plump nanny beaming on the doorstep. "Pardon the interruption. I'm here for Young Master Sinclair."

Oliver shuffled forward, the picture of angelic innocence. The nanny produced an ornate pastry box with an exaggerated wink that bordered on facial spasm.

"Young Master, the special order you requested."

Oliver's pause lasted only a heartbeat before his manners kicked in.

"Muse, these are for you..."