As the door opened. Irwin sank into the couch in Mr Nolan's office.
He took out an electric cigarette, looking at Mr Nolan as he exhaled, "You're letting your daughter run your business for you?"
"Where are your buttons?" Liam asked, his brows pressed, worriedly. "Hold on, is that lipstick on your lips?"
Irwin smirked, glancing downwards to acknowledge five of his buttons had been ripped off by Eisley.
"In a damsel's hands... why are you so bothered about me?" His brow rose, his voice frigid and husky.
Liam and Nolan looked at each other in silence, but their eye seemed to say a lot.
"You're going to let your daughter run your business for you? I don't think you seem alright, Nolan." Irwin's tone sliced the air.
"She wanted to? What's it with you?"
"Eisley–" Irwin took a deep breath accompanied by a low growl as Mr Nolan cut him off.
