Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 325

The voice was so freezing that it could almost nail Cassidy to the wall.

Then, a man came out of the crowd, like a god from heaven. He was handsome and extraordinary. But when the perfect Dixon came to Sonia, she took two steps back.

Her small action was seen by Dixon. He only felt his heart was being pinched.

Cassidy looked at the man with disbelief. She had never thought Dixon would show up. Did Dixon put a spy around Sonia? So once something happened to Sonia, someone would immediately report it to him?

She didn't believe it. She used to be like a toy to Dixon. Did he ever see her existence?

Why should Sonia get all of Dixon's attention now?

Cassidy stood next to Dalton. As soon as Dalton saw Dixon, his arrogant expression froze. His attitude changed dramatically. Suddenly, he bowed and flattered Dixon with a smile, "Mr. Borris, what are you doing here?"

Sonia looked incredulously at Dalton's change of attitude. Was Dixon so horrible?

Dixon gave Dalton a nonchalant look, then said, "Did you touch her?"

"No... No..." Dalton got a cold sweat from Dixon's rhetorical question. He thought Sonia was just a whore that Dixon had played with. But he never imagined that this bitch hadn't broken off the relationship with Dixon.

"Dalton, you should know..." Dixon squinted, "If you dare to touch my people, you have to pay the price."

His words were simple. But there was killing intent in them. Sonia's expression changed. She was holding Victor's hand. But her hands were trembling.

Victor looked up and saw the fear in Sonia's eyes.

She seemed to have remembered something bad because of Dixon's words.

Dixon put his eyes from Dalton to Cassidy. Cassidy instantly broke out in a cold sweat, "Mr... Mr. Borris!"

She... She couldn't afford to mess with the man!

"Behave."

Dixon dropped the word and turned to walk away. Later, Carney followed up. She bent by Sonia's side and said, "Miss Donald, please."

Sonia was still frozen in place.

Carney thought Sonia did not understand Dixon's attitude and could only continue, "Mr. Borris will not hurt you. Miss Donald, come with me. Mr. Borris has booked a private room for the young master."

Sonia came back to her senses and muttered, "Dixon won't hurt me?"

The memory of the bloody images flashed by. Sonia was taken away by Carney. She glanced back at Cassidy and Dalton not far away. Both of them had gritty looks on their faces. She felt that there was something bigger waiting for her.

Later, when they arrived at the Grand East, Dixon walked in first. All the way to the room, people bowed, bent down, and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Borris."

Then, when Sonia and Victor walked in, the group turned their heads and greeted them, "Hello, Miss Donald and young master."

Sonia didn't say anything. Victor, next to her, had a serious expression. Sonia gave him the shopping bag which contained the gift she had brought, "Victor, it's your birthday. You make the decision."

Victor looked up and saw a pink ribbon hanging from the ceiling, and a large crystal chandelier hanging down. In the middle, it was written in Gothic script, "Happy Birthday to Victor", followed by a line written in a foreign language.

It was Dixon's handwriting.

Victor's eyes were a little wet. He probably didn't expect that Dixon would attach such importance to his birthday.

But... Why did he try desperately to be nice to them now?

Victor held back his emotions and pretended to be unruffled as he walked next to Sonia. Sonia was holding a doll, one of a large pile of gifts. Sonia asked, "Could you give this doll to me?"

"Mommy, you are so childish. You are a big girl now, and you still like this?" Victor deliberately acted parsimoniously and pouted, "What if I don't?"

"That's mean!"

Seeing them having a good time not far away, as if they had no one else in their eyes, Dixon suddenly felt sore in his heart.

He had worked so hard for this birthday party. All the gifts and decorations were handpicked by him. But why? Why did Victor just take a look at them?

He was not even a little pleased. His eyes were so cold, as if Dixon did everything for nothing.

At this moment, a deep sense of powerlessness swallowed him up. It turned out to right the wrong deed was such a difficult thing.

The waiter came in, holding a small red cloak and a small crown, saying that these were for Victor. Victor was stunned. And when he reacted, the waiter had already helped him put on the cloak. The waiter then fixed his hair a little and put the gold crown with diamonds on his head.