Phoenix held his cup of black tea, leaning back in the rattan chair and quietly watching his daughter's animated expression.
He couldn't remember the last time the two of them had laughed so heartily.
"That does sound like an amazing performance," he said with a gentle smile, setting down his teacup and glancing at his watch. "But now that things here have settled, it's about time for me to get going."
"Returning to the United Kingdom so soon?" Elizabeth's eyes dimmed a little. "I'll see you off."
She paused for a moment, then said, "Dad, why don't you move back to New York? We hold the most shares now—"
"There's no need, Liz. The amount of money doesn't matter to me," Phoenix said. "I'm leaving New York simply because I dislike everything about this place. This world of fame and fortune has never suited me. Even though we've won, the air here still suffocates me."
