Don’t Poke the Luna Novel - Chapter 170

Chapter 170 Xena's Pav Lagan's hand rested on my shoulder as silence filled the room. 1 … I have so many questions, I finally sald, not knowing where to art. How could Nightcedar Pack be worth that much? What other investment profits did Dad have? What was in Florida? Why had Dad never taken us to Mom's house? "I know, but I can only stay a few more minutes, Logan said, his vode gentle. "What I can tell you now is that Dad kept Mom's house a secret because he didn't want Martha to destroy it.

I only found out yesterday when Dad brought these documents here. He wouldn't tell me what's in Florida, but the next page has a list of all is investments." I turned to the next page and my mouth fell open in shock, My eyes widened, unable to believe what I was seeing. The scale of wealth was beyond anything I'd ever imagined, each line of numbers making me realize how much of my father's life remained a mystery to us. "Did you know about this?" Logan asked, pointing at the document.

"No, not at all, I replied, feeling a tightness in my chest. "I knew we had more income than what the pack actually produced. I knew about those farmlands too. He just owns the land. Humans actually farm it." My eyes continued down the list of all the investments my father was involved in, each new item making my heart beat faster. All these years, I thought I knew my father, but clearly, he had too many secrets I wasn't aware of. "Yale? UC Berkeley?

What's this about?" I asked, confused, feeling like I'd suddenly discovered a treasure chest hidden for years. "I'm not sure exactly what he owns or what he does there, but I checked. They're top art schools," Logan hesitated, glancing toward Ryder. "I think Dad wanted to make sure… if your mate turned out to be Samuel, you'd have a second option, the ability to go to art school and leave the pack.

I think this was his way of both increasing income and making sure you had a backup plan." A complex mix of emotions swelled in my heart hearing these words. My father had never shown support for my artistic dreams, at least not that I'd noticed. But now it seemed he'd been paving the way for me in secret. It made me both touched and sad-why had he never just told me directly? "The rest of these are different restaurants or convention centers.