The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 2609

Floyd was silent for a long time before he nodded and said, “Okay, let her come in.”

Nicole smiled, hugged Floyd, and acted like a baby.

“Thank you, Dad!”

“Alright, alright! Watch your belly!”

Floyd smiled helplessly.

Nicole stood up and went out to make a phone call. Floyd’s smile faded, and he had a gloomy expression.

Selena came over half an hour later.

Her eyes were still bloodshot. When she saw Nicole, she smiled gratefully.

“Thank you.”

Nicole shook her head. “You’re welcome, Selena. This is your only chance.”

Selena nodded, then walked in with the bag in her hand.

Floyd was in the upstairs study, looking at antiques with his reading glasses.

When he heard a knock on the door, he realized who it was and let her in.

After all, Nicole and Kai would not knock on the door.

Selena walked in.

Nicole stood at the door hesitantly.

Floyd waved his hand. “You don’t have to be here. Didn’t Clayton say that he’s coming back for dinner? You should ask him what he wants to eat and get the kitchen to prepare it.”

Nicole nodded and left.

Selena stood there and felt a little suffocated. There was more complexity in her eyes.

Floyd walked over, sat behind the table, and sighed.

“What do you want to show me? Girl, I told you that I’m not your biological father.”

Selena took out the diary from her bag. Her wrists trembled a little as she put the book on the table.

“Please look at this first.”

Floyd narrowed his eyes.

He put on his reading glasses again, picked up the diary, and looked at it.

It was fine at first, but slowly, his complexion gradually became glum.

In the end, Floyd’s face was a little gray, shocked, and angry, but he was trying to control his expression.

Selena took a deep breath.

“I don’t know which Stanton could have had such power in Atlanta twenty years ago. I really can’t figure it out. If it’s fake, what is my mother’s intention for fabricating this diary? If so, what is the meaning of my existence? Chairman Stanton, I don’t know if you are lying or trying to cover up something. I don’t know if you are my biological father either. I didn’t intend to look for my biological father in the first place because I have long since lost all hope for familial affection. But I just wanted to find him and ask him why he was so eager to kill me on my wedding day.”

Her red eyes stared straight at Floyd.

Floyd was stunned for a moment. He then looked at her with deep and complicated eyes.

In his black eyes, there were flashes of guilt, embarrassment, forbearance, and struggle.

However, those emotions disappeared very quickly.

His lips trembled a little, and his expression was somewhat disheartened and pained.

That dead woman kept accusing “Mr. Stanton” in her diary.

Twenty years later, there was still no conclusion as to who it was.