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 "
