CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 508: I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO

Nicole happily looked up: "I know, its owner is Uncle Howard."

"Smart."

Howard Yeats praised with a smile.

Nicole sat on the unicorn; its feet moved, carrying Nicole on the cement ground outside the door, walking proudly, and its speed could be adjusted to accelerate or slow down according to Nicole’s request.

The children watching around cried with envy.

"Mom, I want to sit on a unicorn."

"Grandma, I also want a unicorn ride."

"Dad, other people’s dads buy their kids unicorns, you should buy me one too."

"..."

The kids all started arguing with their adults; some parents didn’t want to buy one and scolded their kids a bit, while others, feeling parental love, thought this unicorn was just a toy costing at most a few hundred bucks, resolved to grit their teeth and buy one for their kids.

"Mr. Yeats, where did you buy this unicorn toy? Is it around a few hundred bucks?"

A few parents came over to Howard Yeats with their children.

Howard Yeats frowned, a few hundred bucks? Even a hundred times a few hundred bucks wouldn’t be enough.

"It’s custom-made by Robot Company in D Country, and the price... it’s not a few hundred bucks, it’s a few million."

Howard Yeats’ words shocked several parents.

They didn’t know this Robot Company, but a children’s toy costing millions seemed too exaggerated!

"Mr. Yeats, don’t joke around, isn’t it just a little unicorn car? How could it possibly cost millions? I heard that those rocking cars at the supermarket entrance only cost a few hundred bucks, and even brand ones are just a thousand plus."

"Exactly! Mr. Yeats, you are frightening us! We really want to buy one for our kids, just tell us the actual price!"

Howard Yeats rolled his eyes, truly a bunch of inexperienced town folks.

"A little car?" Howard Yeats twitched the corner of his mouth: "Hehe."

"Isn’t it just a little car?"

"Or is it a train? A ship, or a Transformer?"

The parents couldn’t believe Howard Yeats would buy a several million toy car for a child. Even the wealthiest would consider a luxury car in the millions, but a toy car seemed impossible.

Howard Yeats was too lazy to argue with the parents. He said to Nicole: "Nicole, do you want to sit in a tank?"

Nicole, holding the unicorn’s horn, turned her head to look at Howard Yeats: "I do, but... can it turn into a tank?"

Howard Yeats laughed: "Of course, Nicole, just sit still."

Nicole nodded excitedly.

Howard Yeats gave the command: "Did you hear that? Your little master wants you to turn into a tank."

The unicorn immediately replied: "Alright, my precious little princess Nicole, I’m beginning the transformation, please hold on tight!"

Nicole said expectantly: "I’m all ready."

Unicorn: "Transformation begins."

A scene that blindsided the kids and their parents appeared again, the unicorn’s four legs first turned into tank tracks, the unicorn’s body lowered, Nicole’s sitting position became a tank seat, surrounded by an armored body, and a large cannon extended from between the tank’s eyes, looking impossibly cool.

Even cooler still was yet to come, after the unicorn turned into a tank, its body’s color also changed, turning into army green in the blink of an eye, as if every part of its body had a sensing system, allowing it to change colors seamlessly.

"Wow, it’s amazing, the unicorn really turned into a tank." Nicole’s little head popped out of the tank, like a little warrior, cheering joyfully.

The children had never seen such a novel "toy" before, so cool and so fun.

"It really became a tank, mom, I want one."

"Grandma, I want one too, I must have it, if you don’t buy it for me, I’ll roll on the ground."

"I want one too, wow... I want to buy it, get it for me."

Some of the parents who wanted to buy one had their expressions change; previously they thought Howard Yeats was exaggerating, but seeing the unicorn turn into a tank, they suddenly understood that this "toy" wasn’t something they could afford.

"Mom can’t afford it, mom will buy you other toys."

"Wow~ I don’t want it, I only want this toy."

"Grandma can’t afford it either, rolling won’t help."

"Wow~ bad grandma."

"Let’s go, let’s go, even sell our house wouldn’t be enough, not even close."

"Wow~ I just want it."

The parents wanted to take their children away, but several children were drooling over it, dead set on wanting a toy like Nicole’s, rolling and crying on the ground.

Howard Yeats acted as if he didn’t see: "Nicole, do you want to sit on a little train?"

"Yes."

"Then go ahead and give the command to it, Nicole!"

"Can you turn into a little train?"

"Of course, my precious little princess Nicole."

The tank turned into a little train in a moment, and as it ran, it even made "choo-choo" sounds. This little train was very smart; seeing kids running in front of it, it would automatically stop and even avoid them by turning.

The parents chasing behind broke out in a cold sweat, hugging their children, seeing the little train could automatically control itself and wouldn’t harm other children, they were greatly amazed.

This "toy" technology was too advanced!

Nicole, sitting in the little train, was having the time of her life. This little train not only drove automatically, but also taught Nicole to drive, truly an all-rounder caretaker and coach.

A few children crying too fiercely were forcibly pulled away by their parents.

If they weren’t taken away, their eyes would be swollen from crying, and things would probably get worse when they got home.

One child halfway there refused to move, crying with mucus and tears: "Wow~ I won’t go, I want that toy, other parents buy toys for their kids, you’re a parent too, why don’t you buy it for me?"

This mom was furious: "Is it that I don’t want to buy it for you? Other dads have money, does your dad have money? If your dad had as much money as Nicole’s dad, I’d buy it for you too."

The child: "Wow~ I don’t care, I just want to..."

The mom angrily hit his bottom twice: "Go argue with your dad if you want it, Nicole’s mom isn’t rich either, you’re arguing with me, I don’t have the money to buy it for you."

Suddenly.

A man full of hostility appeared in front of her.

"What did you say? Nicole’s dad?"

The mom was scared by this man whose looks were okay but whose expression was too terrifying.

"Yes... Yes, sir, you..."

Samuel Lockwood raised his hand, grabbing the mother’s neck: "The Nicole you’re talking about, is she the child of Ivy Linden?"

The mom painfully nodded.

Samuel Lockwood’s expression turned fierce, his fingers getting closer: "Damn it, who told you Nicole was another man’s child? She’s my daughter, I don’t allow her to call someone else dad."

"Wow~ let go of my mom."

The child saw Samuel Lockwood grabbing his mom, and cried out loudly in fear.

"President Lockwood, all the faults lie with Ivy Linden and other men; this mother was unaware, please let her go!" said a man who came along.

Samuel Lockwood forcefully threw the woman aside, angrily pointing at her: "Remember what I said if you mistake it again next time, I, Samuel Lockwood, will not forgive you."