On the Day I Was Kicked Out of the Wealthy Family, I Had a Flash Marriage with a Tycoon Chapter 134: Absolutely Absurd

Baby’s obsidian-like eyes looked at Tristan Sinclair, his expression utterly serious. "Put down. I can walk by myself."

Tristan Sinclair carried him toward the sofa, saying, "Your grand-uncle told to watch you."

"But you just said you wouldn’t," Baby reminded him.

Tristan Sinclair sat down with him, placing the little guy on his lap. "I’ve changed my mind."

Being held like this, Baby felt a little shy. He pursed his small lips. "President Sinclair, how can you go back on your word?"

Tristan Sinclair chuckled lightly. "And using idioms, no less."

’I know plenty more than that,’ Baby thought to himself.

Tristan Sinclair added, "However, you can’t call President Sinclair. Little kids shouldn’t imitate adults."

"Then what should I call you?" Baby blinked his eyes. "Brother?"

Tristan Sinclair: ".....What!"

Baby looked innocent. "Don’t adults like to be called by younger-sounding titles? My mom likes it when little kids call her ’big sister’."

Tristan Sinclair: "That’s your mom. You’re not allowed to call that."

After a mont of silence, Baby said, "Uncle."

Tristan Sinclair still didn’t like it. Being called ’Uncle’ would make him sound a generation younger than his own subordinate, Dean Lynch. He quickly added, "Uncle is not okay either."

Baby looked baffled. "Then what should I call you?"

After so thought, Tristan Sinclair said, "Although your grand-uncle and I have a superior-subordinate relationship, we’re practically brothers. You should call Grand-uncle, too."

Baby was speechless for a mont. "But you’re younger than my grand-uncle, and you’re only five years older than my mom. You’re not my mom’s uncle either."

Tristan Sinclair said seriously, "This has nothing to do with age. Your grand-uncle and I are of the sa generation, understand?"

Baby pursed his small lips and didn’t speak. He did not want to call him Grand-uncle.

Seeing his pouty expression, Tristan Sinclair said, "What? You don’t want to?"

Baby remained silent in quiet protest.

No matter how Tristan Sinclair tried to threaten or coax him, he wouldn’t say a word.

For the first ti, Tristan Sinclair had lost to a child.

Dean Lynch finished handling the issue and hurried back, only to see Tristan Sinclair sitting on the sofa holding Baby. The two were staring at each other in silence, a faint tension in the air.

’What’s going on?’

Dean Lynch walked forward and said, "Baby, how can you let President Sinclair hold you? Co here, co to your grand-uncle."

Baby imdiately hopped off Tristan Sinclair’s lap and trotted over to Dean Lynch’s side.

"President Sinclair, my apologies for the trouble. The problem has been resolved, so I’ll take Baby and head back now."

Leaning back on the sofa, Tristan Sinclair gave a lazy "Mm."

Dean Lynch picked up Baby and turned to leave.

Back in the car, Dean Lynch asked, "Baby, what was going on between you and President Sinclair just now?"

In a cute, childish voice, Baby said, "He was the one who held . He wanted to call him Grand-uncle, and when I wouldn’t, he wouldn’t let go."

Dean Lynch: "......."

Chloe Sterling and Jean Kensington had just entered the bar when they heard people gossiping in the hallway...

"What! Claire White was in a car accident? That’s horrible!"

"Yeah, and the finals are just around the corner. She was doing so well, she might have even won first place."

"First place is impossible. Second place, maybe."

"Why? I think her playing is the best. It feels better than that Esther Sterling’s."

"Talent ans nothing if fate isn’t on your side. Esther Sterling cos from a good family and has caught President Sinclair’s eye. The top prize is definitely hers."

"Caught President Sinclair’s eye! Holy crap! For real?"

"Of course it’s real. A friend of mine is also in the competition, and she told herself. She said President Sinclair pays special attention to Esther Sterling. He didn’t just help her out of a tight spot; when she accidentally tripped and fell, President Sinclair ca over imdiately."

The two walked toward a private room upstairs, the voices behind them growing fainter. Jean Kensington was stunned for a good while before she said, "I didn’t mishear that, did I? Who did they say President Sinclair likes?"

Chloe Sterling looked unfazed. "You probably heard right."

Jean Kensington blurted out, "How is that possible? Tristan Sinclair isn’t blind!"

’How could he possibly fall for Esther Sterling!’

’That’s absurd on a whole other level. Completely and utterly absurd!’

Chloe Sterling didn’t say anything. She didn’t know Tristan Sinclair well, so she had no right to comnt.

A few minutes later, the two entered the private room. Maya Jacobs and the others had already ordered drinks and snacks and were in the middle of a drinking ga.

Seeing them co in, Maya Jacobs imdiately said, "Chloe, you’re here! Who’s this lovely lady?"

"My friend, Jean Kensington," Chloe Sterling introduced. "Jean, this is Maya Jacobs, Wyatt Hank, and Third Bro. They’re all colleagues from our lab."

Jean Kensington smiled faintly. "Hello, everyone. You can just call Jean."

Wyatt Hank said with a smile, "A beautiful woman’s friends are always beautiful, as expected. Please, have a seat."

The two walked over and sat down.

"What do you do for work, Jean?" Maya Jacobs asked curiously.

Jean Kensington said, "I’m a programr. I work in IT."

Wyatt Hank: "A female programr, that’s impressive."

Jean Kensington: "It’s nothing special, just making a living at an internet company. I can’t compare to you all, top students from The dical College."

Third Bro: "We’re nothing special either, just making a living."

Maya Jacobs raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Third Bro, since when are you so modest? Don’t you go around calling yourself a genius every day?"

Third Bro: "No way. You’re misrembering. That’s Wyatt Hank."

Wyatt Hank: "Have so sha."

Jean Kensington glanced at Chloe Sterling and laughed. "I didn’t expect the people in your lab to be so lively and humorous."

Chloe Sterling’s lips curved into a slight smile. "They are." After a pause, she asked, "By the way, where’s Julian Xavier?"

Maya Jacobs said, "Young Master Xavier was just here. The manager called him out about ten minutes ago. Seed like sothing ca up. He said he’d be back in a bit."

After thinking for a mont, Chloe Sterling said, "You guys go on and play. I’m going to go check on him."

Jean Kensington grabbed her arm. "Have a drink before you go."

Maya Jacobs: "Right, right! Let’s all have a drink together. Happy weekend!"

Chloe Sterling, who had just stood up, sat back down. She raised her glass to toast with the others, then played another round of the ga and had two more drinks before heading out.

In the hallway, the bar manager was walking toward her. Seeing Chloe Sterling, he imdiately greeted her, "Miss Sterling, good evening."

Chloe Sterling acknowledged him with a nod and then asked, "Where’s your boss? Is he busy?"

The manager said, "The boss is over by the dance floor on the first floor. A couple of rich heirs got into a fight and smashed the place up. The boss is dealing with it now."

"Rich heirs? Who?"

"The young master of the Rivers Family, Mason Rivers, and soone else I don’t recognize."

Chloe Sterling understood. "Got it. I’ll go take a look."

She hadn’t even made it to the first floor when Julian Xavier returned. Seeing her walking his way, he said, "Chloe, you’re here."

"I heard so people were fighting and smashing things on the first floor. Was it serious?" Chloe Sterling asked.

"It’s fine. They paid for all the damages." As he spoke, Julian Xavier scoffed coldly. "That idiot Mason Rivers. He really has no idea what kind of trash he’s defending. Sooner or later, he’ll have his day of regret."

Esther Sterling had been getting a lot of attention lately, becoming a goddess in the eyes of many n. In the bar, a rich playboy was looking at a photo of Esther Sterling on his phone and made so lewd comnts. Mason Rivers overheard him and started the fight.

They smashed quite a few tables, chairs, and bottles of liquor, ending up with a compensation bill of several hundred thousand.

Although that amount of money was nothing to Mason Rivers, Julian Xavier thought he was a complete fucking idiot for defending Esther Sterling like that.