Billionaire

Chapter 265

Connor’s voice was calm and steady. “It could be arranged. Just talk to Teddy about it

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“Uncle Connor, you’re always the best,” Pax said, leaning on Connor’s shoulder like a child, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Connor gently ruffled his hair, a soft smile on his face.

It was intriguing, really. His relationship with Claire had been nothing short of toxic for decades. But with Pax, it was a different story altogether.

Pax was seven years younger. He would be twenty–one year. After he was born, Claire had gone through a messy divorce. She went on a rampage, seeking revenge on Desmond and Suzanne, completely neglecting her newborn son. Little Pax was left in the care of a series of nannies at the Sartori family mansion.

He cried every day, so much that his voice turned hoarse. Nannies came and went, but none could calm him. Then, one day, a seven or eight–year–old Connor picked up the month–old Pax. The baby, who had been wailing moments before, suddenly stopped crying. He even smiled.

From that moment on, a deep bond was formed between them. Pax practically grew up trailing behind Connor. He was his little shadow from the age of one to five. Among all the people in the Sartori mansion, he only clung to Connor.

When Pax was six and Connor thirteen, Claire suddenly remembered she had a son, and he was already quite grown. She was furious to see Pax always with Connor. In her rage, she had Jeffery send Connor abroad. Not long after, Claire also shipped Pax overseas.

Though they didn’t see each other often after that, Pax always found ways to secretly video call Connor. Their bond remained strong, even stronger than Pax’s relationship with Claire. Claire was overbearing and controlling: she was determined to mold Pax into the heir of both the Sartori and Gilbert family fortunes. Her strictness led Pax to rebel, and Claire blamed Connor for it.

To Pax, Connor was more than just an uncle. He was a brother, a father, a teacher, an idol–the most trusted person in his life.

After leaving Moon Over the Sea, Connor wanted to take Pax home, but Pax shook his head.

“Your custom–made, one–of–a–kind Maybach would stick out like a sore thumb in my old, rundown neighborhood,” Pax said with a grin. “I’ll just grab a cab home. See you later, Uncle Connor.”

Connor watched as Pax, with his backpack slung over his shoulder, waved cheerfully. His smile was bright, almost glowing under the streetlights. Even Connor couldn’t help but feel

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a pang of nostalgia for the beauty of youth.

His own youth had been filled with schemes, darkness, and manipulations. But Pax’s youth was different bright, sunny, joyful, carefree. He even had the chance to enjoy the sweetness of love.

Connor knew Pax’s future was complicated. His partner couldn’t just be anyone. Claire would most likely arrange a political marriage with someone of equal standing, wealth, and status. But regardless of the circumstances, Connor vowed to support Pax with everything he had, as long as the girl Pax liked was genuine.

After returning to Sundance Heights, Pax realized Chloe hadn’t come back home. He waited until the early hours, but she still didn’t return. The next morning, Pax noticed Chloe’s slippers at the door were still in the same place as the day before.