The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 282 Fight my master!

Dave Chou was glad to fight with Alan Hoyle though.

Alan Hoyle frowned, "Sweetheart, your mommy doesn't like me fighting. She will be angry."

"It’s just a contest. Besides, if you don't tell her, the master doesn't tell her, and I won't tell her, Mommy will never know!"

But Alan did not want to do it in front of his daughter, "Why do we have to compete for no reason?"

"Because I want to know which one of you is better!"

"And then what?"

"Do you want it or not? I’ll go and play if you don’t!" That meant, if Alan did not do it, she would not go with him.

Dave Chou smiled, "Mr. Hoyle, I heard that you are very skilled, and I wanted to learn something. Since Annie is also interested, why don’t we just have a contest?"

"Alright, but if I win, you need to answer me a question." Alan stood up slowly and smiled.

Dave asked, "What’s that?"

"I haven't come up with one yet." There were many questions, but there was only one opportunity. Naturally, he wanted to grasp the most critical one.

Dave chuckled, "Okay, but you have to beat me."

Alan glanced at the people gathered around them. These were quite all students and fitness members in the gym.

"Ain’t you afraid of losing and lost your prestige among your students?"

Dave did not take it seriously, "There are mountains outside the mountains. It’s nothing ashamed to lose. I’m kind of a savage, Mr. Hoyle. I have no other interests and hobbies bot martial art. Winning or losing is not important to me. What is important is to enjoy the process."

"Good one." Alan smiled, then turned around to Annie, "Baby, tell your little friends to stay away from us.

The field was emptied, and the two men stood in the center, forming a serious atmosphere.

Alan said to his daughter who was a few steps away, "Baby, if Daddy wins, I will teach you in person in the future."

Dave punched to his face, "Are you stealing my apprentice, Mr. Hoyle?"

Alan raised his arm and blocked his fist easily, "Annie’s my daughter, why not?"

"Not if she’s my apprentice." Dave had a full class, but there is only one disciple. Everyone else called him teacher, while only Annie called him master big beard.

"Go find more."

"Sorry, Mr. Hoyle. I just like Annie. She’s my only disciple.”

"Well, I guess I gotta say thank you then."

During the talk, the two of them attacked each other several times, but they were evenly matched.

Annie suddenly called out, "Go for it! Master Big Beard!"

Alan glanced at her daughter's direction. That little girl. She was blaming him for not being with her for so many years.

He did is guilty of that, but the days were long and he did not believe that the precious daughter of his would not admit him as her father forever.

When he was distracted, Dave threw a punch again and sideswiped Alan’s eye bone. It came fiercely.

Dave raised his eyebrows, "It seems that the good apprentice of mine likes her master more."

Alan snorted coldly, "How do you know my daughter doesn't like me, too?"

"Mr. Hoyle,” Dave laughed, “anyone who knows that Annie had no father since she was born. She has a godfather though, and Annie is very close to him. Don’t you know that?"

Alan was fully aware of that the godfather he mentioned. That was the man named Ivy Aldington. Thinking of his daughter calling another man father but refusing him, Alan was pissed a little.

Though Olive said that Ivy Aldington cared about Annie and her for real, when he thought of how the man admired his woman, Alan was getting angrier.

From now on, his woman and his daughter would be cared, loved, and even spoiled by him and him only!

"He’s only her godfather, not the real one." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dave laughed again, "Did Annie ever called you Dad then?"

One sentence and it infuriated Alan at once. Yet he had to admit that he was telling the truth.

"So what? It didn’t make any difference."

"Since you have been indifferent to the mother and daughter for five years, why bother them now?"

"I'm looking for my wife and daughter. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"You are in the way of my pal."

They talked in the fight, while neither of them breathed heavily. With time passing, still, no one had the upper hand.

Annie though, before any of them could notice, climbed onto the eaves to sit on the roof with a cone in hand and dangling her calves, "Go, big beard! Go!."

Neither of them nor the crowd knew how could a little girl get to such a high place in the blink of eyes.

Alan got his expression altered and exclaimed, "Annie!"