Chapter 522

Eliana was taken aback by Adrian’s words.

She seldom talked about such a serious topic with children.

So, she didn’t expect that a five-year-old child could make such remarks.

Eliana cupped her son’s face and looked him in the eye. In a soft and patient tone, she said, “Adrian, I

don’t really want to talk about this with you because it’s a very complicated thing. But it seems

important to you so I’ll try to explain it. You see, there are many ways to be good to a person. It also

happens that sometimes, we don’t have to be with them.”

Adrian knitted his brows and looked at Eliana perplexedly. “But if you want to be good to a person,

shouldn’t you be more honest to him, instead of lying to him? I don’t really understand. Do people act

this way when they grow up?” He paused for a while before he added, “Then, I don’t want to grow

up…”

Eliana couldn’t believe that such reflective words could come from a little boy. She couldn’t think of

anything to refute her son.

Adrian’s words touched her. She could not calm herself down until late at night.

She was thinking that she could be wrong this time.

She wouldn’t want to admit it.

She automatically reached for her phone and then turned it on.

Maurice’s number was not even in the directory of her new phone. But it didn’t matter. She had already

committed it to her memory.

She tapped the numbers on the dial pad. When she was done entering the numbers, she couldn’t bring

herself to press the “Call” button and deleted the numbers. But somehow, she would do this repeatedly.

She told herself to stop doing this.

Eventually, she made up her mind to make the call. When she got through to Maurice, Earle’s threat

flashed through her mind.

“If he proceeds with this stubbornness, I won’t let him take over the Moran Group. In addition to being

deprived of his place at Moran Group, I will drive him out of the Moran family!”

Earle immediately hung up the phone and threw it far away.

She sank to the bed weakly and covered her eyes with her hand. She muttered, “I must be really

crazy… How could I break my promise? Eliana, Maurice will be in deep shit if you continue acting like

this!”

It was late at night. Everyone in the Imperial Golden Club was already intoxicated with the life of

dissipation.

Maurice was in the private room, drinking alone. His table was full of empty bottles. He had drunk one

after another as if he wouldn’t get drunk.

Corbin was standing next to him. Several times he opened his mouth to tell Maurice to stop drinking but

he couldn’t and didn’t know what to do anymore.

Just then Wyatt opened the door and sauntered into the room.

Seeing that Maurice was sitting alone, he didn’t think too much and teased him, “So here you are! Why

are you drinking alone? Why don’t you bring Eliana here?”

Maurice’s hand that was holding the bottle paused midair. His face had darkened as he looked at

Wyatt.

Oh no! Why did Wyatt mention this?

Corbin turned to face Wyatt and signaled him to shut up.

Wyatt however was clueless about what Corbin meant at all. Instead, he just kept talking.

“Did you quarrel with each other again?”

Corbin slapped his forehead. He didn’t know what to say. Was Wyatt being so irritating to Maurice on

purpose?

But it looked like Wyatt was absorbed in teasing Maurice, oblivious to how his friend was feeling at that

moment. He even pulled out the nearest chair, sat down, and put an arm around Maurice’s shoulder.

“As your good friend, I will give you some advice,” Wyatt said, giving Maurice a meaningful look. “Girls

need to be coaxed. A bad temper will get you nowhere. If you don’t win Eliana’s heart, I think you will

be single for the rest of your life!”

Maurice’s expression turned sullen. He lifted his bottle and tipped it into his mouth. Having had his

drink, he scrunched his face up. Just then he caught a glimpse of a familiar woman. “Nicole?”

The mention of Nicole made Wyatt stand up. “Hey, stop! I just remembered that I have to be someplace

else. You’ll have to excuse me. I’m leaving now!”

Wyatt moved hurriedly like someone was hunting him down.

Maurice grabbed his hand and pointed toward a seat beside the dance floor. “You’re running away?” he

said jokingly. “I mean… I think I saw Nicole.”

“What? Is she here?”

Wyatt turned around and looked into the seat he was indicating.

He saw a familiar figure over there. She was enchanting, looking like Nicole.