In the luxury van not far from Stanton Tower.

A nanny and a bodyguard were sitting next to the blonde and curly-haired Lil Michael. The three of them sat there obediently with their hands on their knees like schoolchildren.

Opposite them was Clayton Sloan, who came uninvited.

Aside from Lil Michael, everyone else feared Clayton.

Thus, the nanny and bodyguard, who would usually give Lil Michael ideas on how to impress Nicole, kept their mouths shut and tried to reduce their presence.

Only Lil Michael dared to express his dissatisfaction.

“Daddy, please get out of the car. This is my date with Pretty Lady. I don’t want a third wheel to disturb us!”

Lil Michael pouted and sat there with his hands on his waist, trying desperately to make his aura seem stronger.

Clayton was holding an iPad as he finished typing out the last email before he looked up at his son.

His voice was gentle.

“I happen to be free and have some work to discuss with Pretty Lady, so it’s no harm for me to join