Chapter 358: Dad, You're Awesome

Therefore, money could make people lost too. It wasn't unreasonable for the rich to look down on

the poor and the poor was disgusted by the rich.

But Olive Steele didn't think she was poor. She had family affection, love and friendship—they were

all her wealth.

Her parents’ health was her wealth. Her daughter growing up happily was her wealth. Chloe Malan

walking out from the shadow of her failed marriage was her wealth. And to be with Alan Hoyle

together was her wealth too.

Her wealth wasn't quantified by money. It was something that Mrs. Hoyle would never understand.

Alan Hoyle apologized to her parents on behalf of his mother, still went in and out from the Steele's

place, and picked her up to and off work.

Although Annie was young, many conversations between adults were did behind her. But she had

already smelled the unusual atmosphere at home. She secretly pulled Alan Hoyle and asked, “Uncle,

will you leave us?”

Alan Hoyle smiled and stroke the little girl's head, saying, “I won't.”

Annie squeezed at him for a while, then whispered, “I don't call you dad because I'm afraid that one

day, you will suddenly disappear after I get used to.”

Alan Hoyle felt sad for a while after hearing that. Olive Steele saw the corner of his eyes were wet.

She hid herself behind the door and cried silently. A child's words always touched people's hearts.

Since then, the intimacy between both father and daughter seemed to increase overnight. Annie still

called him uncle, but their bickering had lessened more and more. Occasionally, she would suddenly

call him dad, making Alan Hoyle feel as if he was in cloud nine.

On weekend afternoon, Alan Hoyle took her and their daughter to the shooting range.

He said that this was what he promised his daughter, and he couldn't break his promise.

The little girl had changed into a sportswear and ran as fast as a bunny as soon as she got out of

the car.

From time to time, there were banging sounds coming from the shooting range. Alan Hoyle tested

his skill a bit and hit the clay skeet one by one. That was dashing. Their daughter finally looked at

him with admiration.

“Wow. A sharpshooter.”

That made Alan Hoyle proud. He took the advantage of the situation to give guidance, “Do you

want to learn?”

“Yes,” Annie replied loud and clear, itching to have a go.

There weren't a lot of people in the shooting range. All of them scattered in safe areas. But Alan

Hoyle's skill still attracted attention.

There was someone apparently knew Alan Hoyle, and he came to compete, shooting with great

precision.

Alan Hoyle was glad enough to give a performance for his daughter. He turned and winked. He said,

"Sweethearts, wait for me to win ice creams for you two.”

The man smiled, “Two ice creams? President Hoyle, are you making fun of me?”

Alan Hoyle was loading bullets. He narrowed his eyes and glanced forward. “Can't help it. My

woman doesn't like me gambling. The weather is a bit hot, so ice creams please them.”

“It is rumored that President Hoyle dotes on his wife and child. And seeing it by myself now

—'sweethearts'—you really deserves the reputation.” The man’s gaze stopped on Olive Steele's face

briefly.

Olive Steele calmly sat on the side and drank her beverage, smiling politely at him. Thanked to Alan

Hoyle, she had also become a celebrity. She would occasionally be recognized on the street, so

there was nothing strange when she received such curious stares.

The rule of the competition was to hit the clay skeets both at standstill and motion the most within

one minute from a hundred meters away.

Everyone in the shooting range was attracted.

Annie couldn't restrain her excitement, “Good luck, Uncle.”

The man glanced at Alan Hoyle weirdly. He smiled, “Isn't she your daughter? Why does she call you

uncle?”

Alan Hoyle calmly said, “Don't you think it's cute to be called uncle?”

The man laughed with him, “Sure.”

The result of the competition showed that there was no difference in standstill clay skeets, but Alan

Hoyle was ahead for the motion clay skeets.

The man gave in sincerely.

Annie jumped and cheered, “Dad, you're awesome.”

Her addressing was so messy that even Olive Steele couldn't help but shook her head, not to

mention at the surprised look of that person. But ever since Alan Hoyle's daughter confessed her

inner heart, he didn’t care anymore. He said that as long as his daughter was happy, it didn't matter

if she called him by his name, because she looked cute when she called her Olive.

The man really bought ice creams, which made Olive Steele a little embarrassed.

“Mrs. Hoyle, it's nice to meet you. I'm Jerry Lan, the owner of this place. Do come here often when

you have the time,” the man introduced himself.

So he was the owner of this place. It would be weirder if his skill wasn't good when he stuck in the

shooting range. And private shooting range needed professional license. It was a difficult thing to

get. It seemed that this person had some background.

“Hello, Mr. Lan.” Olive Steele smiled, and then called for her daughter, “Annie, say thank you to

Uncle Lan.”

“Thank you Uncle Lan for the ice cream.” The little girl was licking the strawberry flavor ice cream

with a smile. Her dad was the best, knowing she liked this flavor and specifically told to buy it.

Coincidentally, the small pistol that Alan Hoyle asked the staff to bring had arrived and the

onlookers had dispersed. Jerry Lan smiled, “Enjoy your family time. I won't bother you guys

anymore. But President Hoyle, you may not win next time you come again.”