Chapter 8: Oh no, daddy has locked onto mommy's location!

"Elder Hayes, did you say you've found Professor Doyle's location?!" Flynn Zimmerman was incredibly excited, "Elder Hayes, where are they? I will head there immediately!"

On the other side.

Having just gotten into a taxi with her elder brother, Quiana Doyle received a message. Her little face changed as she sneakily glanced at Quinnie Doyle beside her, "Brother, I have bad news... The clues we've hidden have been rediscovered by people from Daddy's company... Moreover, they've pinpointed Mommy's location, what should we do?"

Quiana Doyle hadn't expected that Daddy's company still had such deeply concealed personnel.

You should know, she had successfully subdued some of the world's top hackers as her followers, which clearly showed that Quiana Doyle's capabilities were also top-notch in this industry.

Apart from her brother and mommy, there was no one else she admired.

Now.

Someone had cracked the information she'd carefully hidden with ease.

What to do now?

Quiana Doyle looked eagerly at her brother, momentarily unsure of what to do.

Quinnie Doyle frowned as well.

He guessed that the other party would probably investigate until they found some trails.

But he hadn't expected it to be so quickly.

Releasing a breath, Quinnie Doyle had calmed down, "Next, we'll see how Mommy handles it. Perhaps, this isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Since Daddy had found Mommy's whereabouts.

Then, Daddy would probably come to meet Mommy soon.

Thinking about this.

Quinnie Doyle suddenly felt a bit excited.

Hearing her brother's words, Quiana Doyle's round eyes twinkled with excitement, "Brother, does this mean we might soon meet Daddy officially?"

Since Daddy had found Mommy's whereabouts.

Then, he would probably uncover her background very soon.

Just thinking about this made Quiana Doyle uncontrollably excited. She grasped Quinnie Doyle's arm, shaking it, "Brother, maybe Daddy will know our identity soon! Do you think Daddy will take us back home? Back to Daddy's home!"

Speaking thus, Quiana Doyle excitedly added to herself, "Maybe the separation between Daddy and Mommy back then was all a misunderstanding! As long as the misunderstanding between Daddy and Mommy is cleared up, we'll be a family of five!"

Quinnie Doyle didn't speak, watching his sister babble excitedly, he instead felt a bit worried.

He didn't know whether this was good or bad.

The taxi continued onward.

Quiana Doyle was beside herself with excitement, one moment fantasizing about recognizing her father, another moment about going home with him.

The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror, and upon seeing that Quiana Doyle was only about four years old, he couldn't help but shake his head softly, muttering under his breath, "How could parents be so heartless to divorce with such a young child..."

Quiana Doyle, with sharp ears, immediately retorted, "Uncle, my Daddy and Mommy aren't divorced! They're just temporarily apart! My Daddy and Mommy will reconcile soon!"

Hearing the child's words, the driver felt even more uncomfortable, instinctively feeling that these were two unfortunate children.

After safely delivering the two children to the hotel, the driver adamantly refused to take any money for the fare.

Quiana Doyle cheerily waved her phone, "Uncle, I've sent you the money! The extra is for a tip! Bye, Uncle!"

「Ding! Payment received: 1000 yuan.」

1000 yuan?!

A four-year-old child casually paying 1000 yuan for a taxi?

Aren't these supposed to be two unfortunate children from a broken home?

The driver was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, the two children had already entered the five-star hotel in front of him.

The driver fell silent.

It turned out... he was the unfortunate one!

On the other side.

Doyle Corporation.

A taxi had already stopped at the company's entrance.

Ellie Doyle leaned back in the seat, her naturally seductive phoenix eyes lazily gazing at the building outside through the window.

She didn't hurry to get out, calmly making a phone call.

On the phone.

A middle-aged man's voice came through, extremely respectful.

"Boss, I'm already sitting inside Doyle Company, when will you come?" The middle-aged man paused, then added, "Boss, it's just a small third-rate company, whatever it is, just give the order, and I, Gideon Smith, can handle it for you! Your time is so precious, why bother coming here in person?"

In response to the middle-aged man's words, Ellie Doyle simply replied nonchalantly, "Wait, I'll be there soon."

Hanging up the phone.

Ellie Doyle swiftly paid the taxi fare and strode towards Doyle Corporation.

As Ellie Doyle just reached the company's front door.

Two receptionists blocked her path.

"You aren't from our company, right? Without an appointment, you can't enter." The receptionists' eyes swept across Ellie Doyle's model-like figure, glaring at her semi-transparent black silk-covered slender legs with evident jealousy and disdain, "Dressed like that, and you want to enter our company? Do you think we allow just anyone inside?"

Third-rate?

Ellie Doyle raised an eyebrow, looking down at her clothes.

Wearing the most common women's suit is third-rate?

However.

She wasn't in the mood to argue with the two women in front of her, a hint of coldness appearing on her calm face, "I am Ellie Doyle, the Miss of the Doyle family. I'll say it again, step aside."

Doyle Corporation.

Meeting room.

As the middle-aged man hung up the phone.

Henry Doyle finally dared to breathe a bit more audibly.

Sitting like a student, his eyes eagerly fixed on the middle-aged man, "Director Smith, who were you just talking to on the phone? Who has such clout that even you have to call them 'Boss'?"