PopularNovelLincoln stared at Morris, disbelief written all over his face. "Nathan, have you taken this test before?" Morris rubbed his forehead, feeling the weight of Mr. Lincoln's ingrained prejudice. He was at a loss for words. Nathalie jumped in to cover for him. "Dad, no matter what questions you throw his way, Nathan can handle them. You really don't need to stress over teaching him advanced math. He genuinely doesn't need it." Lincoln's eyes widened as Nathalie's words sank in. Morris was a genius-an even greater one than he had realized. It struck him that with Morris's talent, he didn't need anyone else to pull off such major financial schemes.
A mix of admiration and caution filled Lincoln. People like Morris were like a double-edged sword; wield them right, and they could achieve wonders, but mishandle them, and they could lead to ruin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLincoln finally understood why the Rowland, McCoy, and Stewart families were all so eager to have Morris on their side. But he was different; he wasn't much of a risk-taker. With someone as potentially dangerous as Morris, Lincoln chose to keep a respectful distance.
Trying to keep things light, Lincoln said, "Nathan, I might have underestimated you. With your smarts, staying with us at the Stewart family seems like a bit of a waste. Have you thought about starting something of your own? I could fund you to make your mark." Morris couldn't help but find it amusing. Lincoln's intentions were clear as day; the man had never been one for subtlety.
Morris had always planned to leave the Stewart family. Lincoln's offer to fund his departure was exactly what he wanted. He replied, "If that's the case, I appreciate it, Uncle." Nathalie puffed up her cheeks, glaring at the two of them. Her father's hidden agenda, Nathan's willingness to play along-neither seemed to care about how she felt.
"Dad, if you want Nathan to leave, just say it," Nathalie said bluntly.
Lincoln was immediately flustered, struggling to get his words out. "Vivian, listen. I really do like Nathan, but he has his own journey. Forcing him to stay with the Stewart family would just hold him back. With his talents, he shouldn't be tied down here." For most people, those words might have been flattering. But Morris kad already made his mark by building a billion-dollar empire in just a few years. He didn't need to prove himself through another venture.
Nathalie shot back, "Dad, Nathan doesn't need to start over." Lincoln shot Morris a pleading look, hoping he'd help smooth things over. Morris rolled his eyes, exasperated. Lincoln really couldn't handle Nathalie, and it worried him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMorris stepped in graciously, "Nathalie, your uncle means well. There are still dreams I want to chase. I think it's good to get out there while I'm young and explore. It's not a bad thing." Nathalie looked at him with tearful eyes, "Are you really set on leaving?"
Morris's heart twisted painfully, but he knew this day had to come. At m least now he had sroom to maneuver. If he waited until he was old and Nathalie still couldn'let go, he'd carry that regret forever. "Yes," he nodded firmly, avoiding her eyes.
Nathalie swallowed her sorrow, the words to stop him stuck in her throat.
"Alright. Ninete you go."
She turned and headed upstairs. A moment later, she Coa bank card, pressing t nto Morris's hand. "This card, I'm giving it back to you."
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