Her Precious Baby

“How long more are you trying to conceal it, Ms. Sorelle? Your photograph with Mr. Golding is all over the Internet!” The director chuckled as he handed his phone to Angeline.

Angeline gasped, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the trending photograph on Twitter.

It was of them in the guest room next to the rack, and Evander was reaching for the shower gel for her.

The angle of the photograph made it appear as if Evander was embracing her. Furthermore, he was clad in casual attire. It was difficult to imagine any scenario other than them being a couple.

Most importantly, who took the photograph? And why was it circulated?

Angeline returned the phone to the director with a mystified look. Noting the curious stares directed toward her, she could not help but twitch her lips.

I’m famous now because of Evander.

The director not only commenced Angeline’s scenes, but he also canceled the minigame at the water park and tasked an assistant to oversee Angeline’s requests.

Joseline faltered at the sight, flabbergasted.

How did this happen? How could a second-tier celebrity like Angeline be an acquaintance of Evander? Furthermore, wasn’t it revealed that he has a fiancée?

Before Joseline could figure it out, the director called for filming to continue.

The remaining scenes were shot without a hitch. After wrapping up for the day, Angeline called Nancy at once to have the latter help pack up while she went to change out of her uniform.

Angeline had spent the afternoon simmering in unease. I’d just sworn to Evander yesterday, and such an intimate photograph was leaked a day later. There’s no way he’ll let me off the hook for this.

After getting dressed, she emerged from the changing room and caught a glimpse of a silhouette following her from the mirror on the wall.

Angeline frowned, a cold smile spreading across her lips. She stopped and, without turning around, said, “How long are you planning on following me, Mr. Yiurk?”

more than two meters away. Though

may I help you?” Angeline turned around to gaze expressionlessly at the

“Is the news true? Are you really in

amusement. “Who are you to interrogate me, Mr. Yiurk? Have you forgotten about

Hanson’s scowl to deepen

for your own good. You cannot afford to entangle yourself

was about to retort when she spotted the

and match his imposing aura with her own. In

concern for

as his back collided against the wall, but he was not

leaned in closer. The tenderness in her eyes

suit you, Angeline. You are a graduate of a prestigious university, and I can arrange a stable job for you,” he uttered every word with

gazed at him. Her seductive gaze suddenly turned cold as

Hanson’s expression grew taut.

he had fallen into Angeline’s trap when he

of deranged fury. “How dare you seduce a married man, you b*tch?” All composure forgotten,

wrist in time with a grim look

you say that about

depart with a cold, contemptuous smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. Sounds of the quarrel she started

be angered by such a small act. Without the support of Wilfred, Sorelle Group

from the mall and dropped her home. The former

she rummaged through her purse in search of the gold-plated name card and dialed

vague feeling that the man

call was answered promptly. “Ms. Golding,” came the man’s low rumble on the other

child alive?” Angeline asked tentatively in a hushed

instead. “Looks like

braced herself, Angeline still felt strangely

so worked up that it felt as though her heart was about to

phone, “but you must find out what happened to my child without risking my