Chapter 14

Inside a white Western-style villa, a group of children were playing hide-and-seek under the supervision of their teacher, Zhu Liye.

Ye Nan walked in from outside and immediately spotted Jessica sitting on the sofa. “Jessica, why aren’t you playing with them?”

Jessica glanced at the children having fun, then puckered her lips. “Boring.” Suddenly, her interest sparked. “But if you play with me, I will.”

“No, I have other things to do.” Ye Nan shook his head and plopped down on the sofa. Seeing Jessica’s sulky expression, he said, “Jessica, you’ve changed. You used to be an independent girl with your own personality. What happened to you?”

“It’s none of your business,” Jessica muttered, silently thinking: “Who’s to blame if none of you ever play with me?”

In truth, everything Jessica did was to draw attention from her parents and brother. Unfortunately, they were all too busy—with their careers, especially her brother, who rarely came home, sometimes not even once a month. She had sunk into this state, hoping to reclaim the feeling of a real family.

“If I don’t look after you, you’d have been left to die already? Hmm!” Ye Nan stared at Jessica with a stern gaze, as if determined to see through every one of her little tricks.

Outside the door, Hammond walked in, followed by a man, a woman, and a bald man—the same man Ye Nan had seen earlier.

“Welcome, children! Let me introduce you: this is Dr. Grant, the archaeologist, and Dr. Satterly Eli.” Hammond spread his arms and turned to point at Ye Nan. “This is Ye Nan—the man hailed on television as the greatest business genius of the twentieth century, who built Icq Company in less than a year.”

“Oh, welcome, Ye Nan! I’ve seen you on TV. You’re truly impressive,” Eli said, stepping forward with an eager hand extended.

Ye Nan shook her hand, smiling warmly. “And welcome to you, madam. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Who is he?” Dr. Grant whispered beside Eli.

“A rich man. Net worth at least ten billion—dollars,” Eli replied.

“I hate rich people, especially brats,” Grant sneered dismissively.

Eli let go of her hand and whispered softly into Grant’s ear: “They’re interesting, aren’t they? Especially this one—he’s a genius.”

“Listen, Eli, children are noisy, dirty, and love to waste money,” Grant lowered his cowboy hat and fiddled with it constantly.

“He’s different. He knows how to make money, Grant. You shouldn’t hate him.”

Though their voices were low, Ye Nan still heard them. He felt awkward—two adults discussing him right in front of him, while he had to pretend he didn’t.

As if sensing Ye Nan’s discomfort, Hammond immediately interjected: “Children, today we should go visit my Jurassic Park!”

“Wait,” Ye Nan stopped him. “Not today. They’ll go tomorrow.”

“Why?” Hammond asked, puzzled.

“Because today I need to check the situation—see if it’s safe,” Ye Nan said firmly.

He remembered that soon, a hurricane would strike, destroying the electric fence and behavioral detection systems. He couldn’t let Jessica risk it. When the hurricane came, his men would extract him and his sister. But before that, he needed to collect dinosaur DNA.

Hammond paused, then said without changing expression: “It’s perfectly safe, Mr. Ye Nan. My Jurassic Park prioritizes safety above all. It has electric fences and behavioral detection systems that accurately sense dinosaur movements and issue warnings. Dozens of security personnel on the park will respond immediately.”

“He’s a real character,” Ye Nan thought inwardly. To remain composed under questioning—especially such blunt, forceful questioning—required immense composure.

Most people, even slightly challenged, would show subtle facial changes—nervousness, anger. But not a single flicker. And Ye Nan’s tone had been unyielding.

Yet Ye Nan wouldn’t soften his stance because of Grant’s poise. He pressed on: “I don’t care about electric fences or behavioral systems. In my eyes, no defense is trustworthy. I must inspect it myself.”

“Hey, Hammond, why waste time with a brat?” Grant stepped forward, clapping Ye Nan on the shoulder. “Kid, don’t go to Jurassic Park. They might eat you.”

Eli cautioned: “Don’t scare the child, Grant.”

Grant ignored Eli and continued: “They’ll swarm you, slashing with their six-inch middle claws—like razors.”

“I use an electric razor. If his claws are like razors, I’ve got nothing to fear,” Ye Nan shrugged.

“Hahahaha…”

“Hehe…”

Eli and Hammond laughed—especially Eli, who doubled over with mirth. She’d never seen Grant humiliated, least of all by a child he despised. She’d definitely tell this story when they returned.

“Listen, you brat, I haven’t got time to play with you!” Grant roared, his voice rising further as he heard their laughter. “Dinosaurs are terrifying! They don’t bother with lions’ clumsy throat-bites. They don’t waste effort—they grab you, and their sharp claws tear you apart, like this…!”

Grant pulled a living fossil from his bag and began clawing at Ye Nan’s body, scratching wildly as he shouted: “Like this… like this…”

“Grant,” Eli laughed, shaking her head and calling out.

“If that’s all it takes, then I’ve got nothing to fear,” Ye Nan said, waving his hand with disdain. “You look terrified, sir. If you’re scared, you don’t have to go.”

“Oh my God, what’s wrong with kids these days? Are their nerves made of steel?” Grant gripped his body with one hand and his forehead with the other, sighing heavily. “Listen, brat—dinosaur claws are razor-sharp. They’ll rip you open. And the worst part? You’ll still be alive when they start eating you.”

“You mean Velociraptor,” Ye Nan added.

“Yes—Velociraptor! Do kids today know so much about dinosaurs?” Grant blinked, surprised.

“I’m not afraid of Velociraptor. Dinosaurs aren’t scary at all,” Ye Nan said casually, his small hands unconsciously brushing his travel bag. He thought inwardly: “My little Godzilla isn’t afraid of any dinosaur. Dinosaurs? They’re just his prey.”