Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 299 - 209: Keane2

Jace Keane was placed on the ground, looking eagerly at the two of them, "Can I debut?"

Julian Fairchild looked down at him, tugging at his tie, with a frown. "Why?"

Miles Hughes glanced at Julian Fairchild in surprise, not expecting the young master to ask this question so seriously.

The other party is a child, a six-year-old child knows sothing.

Unexpectedly, Jace Keane also answered earnestly, "I want everyone to be able to see ."

Hearing this answer, Miles Hughes was bewildered.

Looking at the kid’s family background, it’s definitely not wealthy, he thought he was coming to earn money to support the family.

anwhile, Julian Fairchild’s eyes slightly trembled.

A long-buried mory erged in his mind.

...

"What’s so good about this?" The man sitting below held the girl’s hand, his gaze falling on the girl’s stunning profile.

anwhile, the girl was chewing on chips, looking unblinkingly at the young idol jumping on stage.

Her lips curved up, "It’s nice, he’s quite handso, he’s a pretty popular idol recently, by the way, it’s my first ti seeing a celebrity from the entertainnt circle."

The man heard this and took a very unfriendly look at the person on stage from head to toe, then slowly retracted his gaze and leisurely said, "Handsor than your boyfriend?"

The girl choked at his words, and the man raised his hand gracefully to gently pat her back, the low pressure around him almost tangible.

"Why do I feel he’s a bit more handso."

The man’s face darkened, seemingly intent on blocking that idol backstage to compare who’s more handso...

The girl looked at his face but laughed.

A very light laugh, the spotlight fell beside the girl, her eyes sparkling like stars, yet inside them, there was clearly so mockery.

The man felt a sense of being teased, his thumb pressed lightly yet firmly in her soft palm, "Amusing?"

"Yeah."

Maeve Lane smiled, leaned over and kissed his rugged chin, "I didn’t buy the tickets, redith said she didn’t have ti to co, so she gave the tickets, I just ca to take a look."

"You don’t have a favorite celebrity?" The man asked a question, but the undertone was full of pressure, as if if she said she did, sothing dreadful would happen.

"No, but redith does." Maeve Lane mused, "Soone she used to like beca a celebrity, she had a crush on him from middle school all the way to college."

"Just like she said, she no longer has to secretly like him, she can openly declare love... no matter where she goes, she can see him, think of him."

Tiny bright specks of dust fell like feathers on the girl’s slightly raised long lashes, "But this is pretty cruel, isn’t it?"

...

"Young master, are you sure you want to act?"

The company’s executives couldn’t hide their worried expressions.

"Young master, this will only worsen your relationship with the old master!"

"Indeed, when the old man finds out he’ll be thunderously furious!"

"Young master, please reconsider."

The tall man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze wandered sowhere unknown, his assistant silently stood by, like the most loyal sword.

The man glanced at the assistant, who nodded in understanding, stepped in front of everyone and said, "The young master has already decided, everyone please leave."

There was a glint of coldness in his eyes, "If there are further objections, then..."

"The Fairchild Group... can no longer accommodate any of you."

Everyone shivered, finding excuses to leave hurriedly.

After a long ti, as the tea cooled, neon lights gradually climbed high rises.

The man who stood the whole ti finally moved.

"Isn’t it absurd?"

For one, he repeatedly abandoned the girl.

For one, he waited downstairs for a week without seeing the girl co out to et him.

For one, she could instantly... find another man to replace him.

Miles Hughes remained silent for a long ti before speaking, "That depends on what the young master’s true thoughts are."

"Young master, why do you want to enter the entertainnt circle?"

"...Want everyone to see ."

...

"Uncle, did this uncle go dumb?"

The boy’s voice rang again, a fleeting daze passed in Julian Fairchild’s eyes, when he looked again, he saw a little boy sohow already hanging on him, sitting unceremoniously on his shoulders, small hands untying his tie and tying it on himself in a proper manner.

Julian Fairchild: "..."

Beside them, Miles Hughes kept his head bowing low, fearing to see any tragedy.

Oh heavens, it’s not that he doesn’t want to hold this kid.

It’s mainly that this kid is too stubborn, as soon as you touch him, he cries loudly.