The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226

“Huh?” The secretary was momentarily stunned, her mouth slightly open in disbelief as she stared at Dominick.

k looked at her surprised expression and repeated his question, “When you were three, what kind of toys did you

He realized he couldn’t keep buying gifts for Rena based on Sonny’s preferences. But he wasn’t about to ask Paisley either- he already knew she was still mad at him

After confirming she hadn’t misheard, the secretary became even more shocked. Julian was just as surprised, but he quickly figured out why Dominick had asked.

It must’ve been because the toy he brought to the hospital today didn’t meet Serena’s approval.

The secretary thought hard and hesitated. “I honestly can’t remember much from when I was three. But I do remember having a doll I really liked.

“It was one of those that cried “Mommy‘ or ‘Daddy‘ when you tapped it. It would open its eyes when you picked it up and close them when you laid it down.”

Dominick considered her words, then picked up a pen and wrote down the details about the doll. “Anything else?”

“Uh–there were Barbie dolls, too. You could dress them up in different outfits, with bags and shoes. I even had a Barbie house with furniture. The secretary tried to recall as many childhood toys as possible, watching in amazement as Dominick meticulously jotted down every detail.

She didn’t understand why her boss was suddenly asking about this, but she did her best to answer. Finally, she added, “Of course, not every little girl loves dolls. I had a cousin who loved airplane models and solving Rubik’s Cubes.”

“Airplane models and Rubik’s Cubes.” Dominick noted everything down one by one, only dismissing the secretary once she couldn’t come up with anything else.

Julian scratched his head. It was his first time seeing Dominick like this. “Are you asking all this for your daughter?”

Dominick didn’t reply, but his silence said it all. Julian asked again, “If you want to know, why not ask Kayla? She’s a girl, too.” Dominick pursed his lips. “Her childhood preferences weren’t exactly normal.”

Kayla was a few years younger than Dominick. By the time she was born, Dominick was already learning under their grandfather.

By the time Kayla was older, Dominick was already in school. So he didn’t have many memories of Kayla as a child. Plus, every time he came home, she was always doing something unusual. She liked playing with mud, rocks, and bugs. Once, she even gave him a lump of mud shaped like poop as a birthday present.

“Uh–Julian was learning about Kayla’s childhood for the first time and wasn’t sure what to say.

Soon, an email from the president’s office appeared in every employee’s inbox at Vanderbilt Group Headquarters.

It requested all departments to provide the number of employees with three–year–old daughters and asked them to report what kinds of toys their daughters liked to the office of the president’s secretary.

Julian glanced at the secretary’s compiled information and then looked at Dominick, who was seriously studying it. He thought to himself, ‘Is Dom trying to win his daughter’s favor as a way to pursue Paisley?”

Suddenly, he remembered something. “Dom. I think there’s one thing your daughter would definitely like.”

“What?” Dominick didn’t even look up as he reviewed the report.

“A handsome guy,” Julian said confidently.

Dominick looked up, his eyes cold. “She’s three.”

Byron had two sons, after all. Even though the second branch had distanced itself from the power center, that didn’t mean. they’d given up their ambitions.

At this moment, the entire Beaumont family, except Nathaniel, was gathered in the parlor.

It was rare for the whole family to be together like this, and everyone felt a little out of place. But there was only one reason they had all gathered here.

Today, an important guest was arriving, and no one wanted to miss the chance to meet them.

Byron sat at the head of the table, looking at his offspring and relatives, whose faces betrayed their internal conflicts. He found it all rather ironic.

Ten worry to waste your time by making you wait here with me,” he said.

“Grandpa, how could you call this a waste of time! Uncle rarely visits Harrowfell. Of course, we need to welcome and entertain him properly,” Peter Beaumont, the eldest of the siblings, said with a smile.

Tyron scoffed. He genuinely envied the head of the Vanderbilt family. With only one grandson, raised by his side and groomed as the her things must have been so much simpler, unlike his situation–a family full of people with their own bodden agendas

just then, the butler walked m, leading the guest. “Sir, Max Godard has arrived.”

Max entered the parlor under the butler’s guidance, dressed impeccably in formal attire. Without looking and he walked

ight up to Byron, nodded slightly, and greeted him in a warm tone. “Uncle, it’s been a while. How have you bemi

Byron didn’t particularly like Max. To be more precise, he disliked Max’s adoptive father, Tyson. If it werent than that trum, Byron’s youngest sister wouldn’t have died so young.