StarNovelGiven Nathalie's fragile state of mind, Lincoln couldn't stand the thought of his daughter being stressed out, so he told her to take stoff and stay home.
But Lincoln never imagined that Nathalie's retreat would becthe talk of the town, with online gossip about her unusual obsession with dolls spreading like wildfire.
"That Ashley, once out and about in the streets, had this bizarre fascination with dolls, even treating them as if they were real companions. Since her doll husband vanished, she's been in a deep funk." "Born into a modest background, Ashley couldn't find a real-life prince charming, so she turned to lifeless dolls for comfort." "She trained her doll husband to be completely obedient. When he 'fell apart,' so did her heart." "This world is just plain strange. Sfolks love flowers, others are into cats and dogs, and now, someone loves dolls..." Lincoln's anger was about to blow the roof off when he saw these headlines.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Someone, get in here now!" he bellowed from his office.
Greta burst in, nearly tripping over herself. "Uncle, what's going on?" Lincoln demanded, "Find out who's behind these nasty rumors about my daughter Vivian. Once I know, they won't get away with it." A hint of panic flashed in Greta's eyes as she stammered, "Uncle, if I may speak freely, while those online rumors are harsh, they're not completely off the mark. Instead of going after the rumor mill, why not deal with the root of the issue? My sister isn't exactly young anymore; maybe it's tfor her to settle down. Setting her up with a good match could silence the gossip and help Nathalie move past her grief." Lincoln mulled it over and replied, "Finding a suitable match for Vivian is indeed a solid idea. But I still can't let those rumor spreaders get away scot-free." Greta felt a cold sweat trickle down her forehead.
After all, she was the one stirring the pot.
"Yes, Uncle. I'll dig into who's really behind this." "Off you go, then." With Greta gone, Lincoln got back to work on his computer. He logged into Stewart Enterprise's internal network, opting for facial recognition to cess it.
Unexpectedly, a low, ominous voice cfrom the computer: "I've been waiting for you." "A hacker?" Lincoln's heart skipped a beat.
He couldn't shake the memory of the shock Miss Stewart had once given him, making him feel like he'd seen a ghost.
"Lincoln, if you want to regain control of the Stewart family, follow my instructions." A question popped up on the screen: If your daughter was struggling in school and was shy and timid, would you still support her as your successor? Press Y for yes, N for no.
Lincoln didn't even blink and chose Y.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had only one daughter, so there was no other choice.
Then, another question appeared: If your suitorster had two potential
suitors-one a well-to-do heir who could help expand your ambitions, and the other a genuine small-town truly loves her-who would you choose as your son-in-law? Lincoln squinted, "I'll choose whoever my daughter loves. Why aren't her feelings being considered?" "If I have to pick between the two, I'll go with the latter." Fireworks lit up the screen, vibrant and dazzling.
A handprint showed up on the screen with a message: "Place your hand over the print and concentrate on your wishes. Maybe I can help make them ctrue."
Driven by curiosity, Lincoln placed his hand over the handprint on the screen. With his eyes closed, hem began to wish: "Thope my daughter Vivian is happy every single day, that she can move beyond her attachment to dolls. May she find a loving partner and live a joyous life..." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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