บท 135: Chapter One Hundred And Thirty-five : What Could Possibly Happen?

Nik's POV

There was no need guessing if Isabella was up or not, the sight of the numerous men standing guard in the living room was evidence; Judy might have taken my orders a bit strictly.

About ten men were standing straight and alert as the little devil called my daughter, watched a documentary with a bored expression. 

Perhaps I was worrying over nothing, the sight of the security men made it look like they were guarding the world's most wanted criminal rather than my ten-year-old daughter. 

I lifted my hand, signaling them to leave which they obeyed, giving me privacy to speak with my daughter. 

I sat beside her on the sofa which sank slightly beneath my weight and alerted the prankster of my presence. 

Isabella barely gave me a side glance before she grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels. 

I cleared my throat to gain her attention once again but she ignored me this time.

"Hey "