Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 233

Chapter 233: You’re ambitious, Layla Chapter 233: You’re ambitious, Layla “What?

A trip?” Alekis’s brows shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Yes, Father,” Layla replied with a bright smile, gently pushing a saucer with a steaming cup of tea toward him.

“You, me, and Lucius will go to this place I’ve carefully chosen for us.

That’s the birthday gift I want to give you, Father.” Alekis accepted the cup, his gaze fixed on her as his glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose.

Her statement delighted him because out of all, she came up with such a beautiful idea of spending time with the old man while including his son too, a man who always would stay away from such things.

However, a thought also occured in his mind at the same time.

“Hmm.

And why didn’t you include Fiona and Roderick in this plan?” he asked, his tone inquisitive.

Layla maintained her composure, her smile unwavering.

“Lucius and I discussed it beforehand.

We thought their presence might make the trip…

less suitable for what we intended.

However,” she added thoughtfully, “if Father prefers them to join, I have no objection.” Alekis’s lips curved into a small smile, appreciating her straightforwardness.

“Let’s keep it as a day trip,” he proposed.

“We’ll return by night.” Layla’s hopeful expression faltered slightly, though she quickly recovered.

“Won’t that be too short, Father?

I was hoping for at least three days together in this place,” she suggested earnestly.

Alekis placed his cup down with a gentle clink, his gaze softening.

“Layla, I truly appreciate the thought and effort you’ve put into this.

It warms my heart to know you think of me as your own father and wants to give me time,” he said sincerely.

“However, you have responsibilities as well.

I appointed you as chairwoman yesterday, and I need you to step into that role soon.

Attending the board meetings is just the beginning.” Layla nodded slowly, understanding the weight of his words.

“That’s why I believe a day trip is best,” Alekis concluded.

“We can enjoy ourselves without compromising your duties.” Layla nodded her head, apologizing to Alekis for not thinking that way.

As he sipped the tea, he found she suddenly turned all quiet.

“Didn’t you like my decision?” Alekis asked.

“Huh?” Layla got flustered for a moment.

“I am just…

Surprised.

Why did Father choose me?

I mean…

Even not my family have declared me their daughter in front of the world yet.

And here, my father-in-law declared me the heiress to his company, his empire.

Am I really capable in your eyes?” Layla asked.

“More than capable,” Alekis replied, resting the teacup above the saucer.

“Lucius was never interested working in the company.

When Antoine died, he reluctantly entered the company for the director’s role.

While Roderick isn’t mature enough.

You were right about him.

Fiona never cared about the matters related to the company, so that left me with your name only.

You are ambitious, Layla.

You are focussed and know what you want.

I have known you well in these few months,” he explained.

“I won’t ever disappoint you, Father.

If I find Roderick is capable to be the chairman, I’ll surrender this position.

He’s upset for not getting what he desired all these years,” Layla stated, lowering her eyes for a moment.

“I think I failed to make a second Antoine,” Alekis remarked.

“However, I’m glad to have a daughter like you, Layla.

You don’t need to give up on this position.

I have trusted you this company for a reason,” he asserted and finished the remaining tea.

Layla’s heart filled with immense happiness when Alekis called her his daughter rather than daughter-in-law.

She promised herself to do everything in her capabilities to take the company to newer heights.

~~~~ “Where’s Layla?” Lucius asked the servant, who was meticulously wiping down the table in the living room.

Before the servant could respond, Roderick’s voice echoed through the room, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

“Fuck!

My head still hurts,” he groaned in frustration.

Lucius turned toward the staircase just as Roderick descended with heavy steps.

At the bottom of the stairs, their gazes met, and for a brief moment, an uncomfortable silence stretched between them.

Roderick’s face stiffened as fragments of last night’s events flickered in his memory.

He quickly averted his eyes, avoiding Lucius’s piercing stare, as guilt-or perhaps regret-seemed to weigh on him.

Lucius strode over to Roderick and extended a small bag toward him.

“Here.

It’s hangover medicine,” he said firmly.

Roderick hesitated before taking the bag, his reluctance clear.

“You didn’t have to bring it, Uncle,” he murmured, his gaze shifting to the floor.

“Don’t trouble yourself over my small pain.” Lucius narrowed his eyes, his expression hardening slightly.

“Why do you always speak in taunts?” he muttered.

“By the way, Layla and I are taking Dad on a trip,” Lucius announced.

“Want to join?

You can ask your mother too.” Roderick’s brows shot up in surprise, though he quickly masked it with a look of intrigue.

He knew his uncle rarely extended such invitations.

“A trip?” he repeated, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

“Yeah, why not?” he agreed without hesitation.

Lucius nodded, a faint smile touching his lips.

He had initially decided with Layla to exclude Roderick and the others, but something inside him had shifted.

Perhaps it was time to fulfill his long-neglected role as the second son of the De Salvo family.

Moments like these, he realized, were what held families together.

“But,” Roderick added, pointing to the faint bruises on his cheek, “Grandpa’s going to grill me when he sees these.

Save me, will you?

Aiden didn’t even step in last night when those bastards started swinging punches at me.

He just stood there!” Lucius smirked faintly, shaking his head.

“You brought this on yourself, Rick,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

“Honestly, you need Dad’s scolding this time.

It might do you some good.” Roderick groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re supposed to be on my side, Uncle,” he grumbled, though his tone lacked true frustration for the first time in a while.

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