The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 167

After hanging up, Killian sent a voice message to his assistant. "Find out who the guest for this episode of the international finance channel's exclusive interview is."

"Right away, Mr. Quincy," his assistant replied immediately.

A few moments later, the detailed information arrived. "I found it. It's a top-tier vehicle control algorithm engineer who just returned from Germany. She is highly regarded in the industry, holds multiple pioneering technological patents, and goes by the name Sophia."

Killian's empire was vast, encompassing numerous conglomerates and investment sectors. He had always left niche operations like the Zephyr line entirely in Sylvia's hands. He rarely delved into or questioned the highly specialized field of algorithmic technology.

"Got it," he replied flatly.

So it was a top international foreign expert. That made sense. For the network to postpone Sylvia's slot and prioritize an exclusive interview with an expert of that caliber was entirely reasonable. Killian dismissed the matter, casually tossing his phone aside.

When he returned home that evening, the warm light of the living room spilled over the floor. Connor was kneeling on the rug, intensely focused on building a Lego set.

The boy had always been different from other children. His IQ far exceeded that of his peers, and his stunning talent had earned him countless awards in youth programming and computer competitions.

But that sky-high intelligence had also forged an incredibly cold personality. Even at such a young age, his eyes harbored an aloof detachment, viewing everyone and everything around him with an indifferent, detached stance.

Killian sat on the sofa, quietly observing his son's focused profile.

The blocks were pieced together seamlessly, the structure precise and logical, displaying a maturity and rationality far beyond a nine-year-old.

Yet, despite Killian sitting right next to him for a long time, the boy didn't show the slightest intention of greeting him.

Killian finally broke the silence, his tone softening. "Do you want to go out this weekend? Dad can take you somewhere to relax."

Connor's fingers didn't stop moving as he rejected the offer coldly. "No."

"Why not?" Killian coaxed patiently. "You've finished your homework. I want you to have a balance between work and play. You don't need to be so tense all the time."

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