38 Travia’s Warning

When Travis arrived home, he urgently called for Noah. “Noah! Noah!!” Noah looked down and responded, “Over here.” “Please come to the study; we gotta talk,” Travis said. Noah put on his flip-flops and made his way to the study. Upon reaching the door, he turned the knob, entered, and looked around. He inquired, “Travis, what's wrong? What's with the urgency? Is anything wrong?” Travis gestured for him to sit down. “Nothing is wrong, but I've made a few inquiries. Olivia might be up to something. I overheard her discussing it with someone she called daddy. I thought she didn't have a father. Meanwhile, our PR team is at work,” Travis stated. “That's good. I knew she was up to something. The Olivia I knew wouldn't be calm just staying in this house. For all I know, she doesn't have a father. I don't know what you heard, but we have to look out for her. I would have asked her to leave, but it's better we keep her close,” Noah said. Touching his eyebrows, Travis