Chapter 433

"What does this have to do with her?" Tristan Whitmore's voice rose sharply in frustration.

After years of friendship with Nathan Blackwood, the man still hesitated about whether Evelyn Sinclair would attend his birthday celebration.

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Tristan never anticipated Ms. Sinclair's appearance at the event.

Evelyn overheard their exchange and turned, only to have a small figure barrel toward her with sorrowful eyes. The elegant Ms. Sinclair paused gracefully, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

"Oliver, what's troubling you?" Naturally, Nathan and Tristan noticed the interaction. Tristan wheeled Nathan's chair closer.

"What a fortunate encounter! We were just searching for you, Ms. Sinclair," Tristan said cheerfully. Evelyn disregarded him, focusing instead on smoothing Oliver's tousled curls.

The boy's sapphire eyes shimmered with disappointment. "I checked every deck but couldn't find your favorite white chrysanthemums." Silence fell momentarily. Evelyn thought privately, Thank goodness! Tristan barely suppressed a chuckle. "If anyone discovered white chrysanthemums aboard today, the entire staff would be dismissed!"

Oliver scrunched his nose in confusion. "Why?" Tristan adjusted his collar, avoiding explanation while Nathan rolled his eyes before addressing Evelyn.

"Evelyn, would you mind taking me to the upper deck for some air?" Evelyn clenched her jaw. Has he grown accustomed to ordering me about? She forced a polite smile. "Of course." Moving behind his wheelchair, she guided him away.

Tristan shook his head in amusement. Can't he see how reluctant she is? Is Nathan trying to court her or torment her? Oliver made to follow, but Tristan intercepted him. "Where are you off to? Don't interrupt their romantic moment."

"They're nurturing their connection!" Oliver's brow furrowed. "What connection? Muse doesn't care for Grumpy Sir! She only likes me!" He planted small hands on his hips with an indignant huff, rebellious fire sparking in his clear eyes. "Grumpy Sir isn't worthy of Muse!"

Tristan looked down at the child with amusement. "Tsk tsk. What does a youngster know about romance? Affections must be cultivated. Can't you see how perfectly Ms. Sinclair and Mr. Blackwood complement each other?" He arched an eyebrow meaningfully. Beneath the moon's glow, the striking pair on the deck appeared divinely matched - their commanding presence and elite backgrounds creating an undeniable harmony.

Had fate not intervened so dramatically, they would have been society's ideal couple. Oliver snorted derisively and shoved Tristan's leg. "Rubbish! They're completely mismatched! Muse prefers younger gentlemen, not ancient relics like Grumpy Sir! When I grow up, I'll marry her!" Tristan's mouth fell open in surprise. Well now...this child is truly entertaining! He laughed knowingly.

"Oh ho! So you fancy Muse, do you? What a shame..." Tristan shook his head theatrically. Oliver's temper flared. "Why is it a shame?!" Tristan's eyes twinkled mischievously as he teased the boy. "It's regrettable that Muse comes from such an illustrious family. Even if she doesn't wed Mr. Blackwood, there are countless suitable matches for an advantageous union. You'd never stand a chance...unless you're obscenely wealthy."

Oliver's expression dimmed momentarily before brightening with realization. "I am wealthy! My father is Preston Sinclair! He owns half of Wall Street, and everything will be mine!" "Then have your father marry her!" Tristan retorted playfully. "Otherwise, how many decades must you wait for your inheritance?" Oliver growled in frustration. "Never!"

"I will marry Muse!" After fierce contemplation, Oliver clenched his tiny fists with determination. Storming toward his father, he found Preston conversing amiably with William Sterling. William's eyes softened at the boy's approach. If only I had such a grandson! Oliver threw himself against Preston.

He gazed up imploringly. Preston shot his son a warning look. "No tantrums today - it's a special occasion." Oliver beamed angelically, turning luminous eyes toward William with calculated innocence. "I know! It's Muse's daddy's birthday! Happy birthday, Uncle William!" William's heart melted instantly, patting his pockets for cash to reward the charming child.

Moments later, Oliver tugged Preston's sleeve urgently. "Father, I want to inherit your fortune now!"