Chapter 954
Evelyn Sinclair and Preston Sinclair exchanged glances. Preston's eyelid twitched.
Even the usually good-natured Preston had moments when he wanted to punch someone.
"You told me I couldn't give money or jewelry. These shoes are exquisite—the most expensive item at that auction! Every girl would love them!"
Oliver Sinclair beamed as he added, "Pretty Lady, do you like them?"
Evelyn's expression froze. It took her a long moment to steady her racing heart.
After all this time, Oliver has upgraded from funeral wreaths to a dead woman's shoes? I can't bring myself to appreciate this.
"Oliver, promise me you'll stick to normal gifts from now on, okay?"
She was genuinely traumatized.
Oliver frowned, confused by her reaction. He turned to Preston. "Then I'll give them to Daddy for his birthday! Long life and happiness!"
Preston's eyebrow twitched. A sharp pain stabbed his chest. "Thank you."
I need to enroll my son in a Montecito cultural crash course.
Rubbing his temples, Preston glanced at Evelyn. "Do you know any museum curators? Let's donate them. I never want to see those again."
Evelyn nodded. "I'll have someone contact you."
A dead woman's shoes would be less unsettling in a museum collection.
Preston sighed and walked away, briefly considering giving Oliver away too. Evelyn pressed her lips together, staring at the boy.
What a surprise.
"What's wrong with Daddy? These cost twelve million dollars!"
Evelyn took Oliver's hand. "Daddy thinks someone else would appreciate them more."
Oliver nodded sadly, clinging to her warm fingers. "Pretty Lady, I missed you so much! Can I stay at your house?"
Evelyn hesitated. "You'll have to ask Daddy."
Preston was already waiting in the car. The moment they got in, he started the engine, shooting a cold glance at the bodyguard and nanny outside.
"Stay here. Handle the box before returning."
The two exchanged uneasy looks.
Twelve million for a dead woman's shoes?
Preston regretted ever giving Oliver that black card.
"Daddy, can I stay with Pretty Lady?"
Oliver blinked up at him with his cherubic face.
Preston, still irritated, wasn't swayed.
"No. Your tutor is moving in. I just hired a Montecito history teacher for you."
Oliver gasped. "But I'm Pacifican!"
Preston gave him a look. "I can change that."
Oliver's jaw dropped. Daddy can just switch my nationality like that?!
Evelyn almost pitied him—but cultural lessons wouldn't hurt.
Oliver turned pleading eyes on her. She sighed.
"You don't have to change nationalities. Just take fewer lessons. How long is your break?"
"I finished early. My classmates still have three months left."
Evelyn raised a brow. Smart kid.
Oliver suddenly remembered something. "Daddy, Isaiah Sinclair is coming for you!"