The moment Jacob stepped out of the residential area, reporters swarmed out from the van and from behind the flower beds to chase him with their cameras.

Evander’s plan had succeeded.

However, Angeline was concerned for Jacob’s safety. She was even more worried about affecting Jacob’s career.

Traces of concern lined her face as she turned to look at Evander. “Are you sure Sylas will pick him up?”

“Of course. Do you not trust my subordinate?” Evander replied with a question. A hint of iciness could be detected in his tone.

“That’s not what I meant. Who could possibly do something better than you when you’re personally in charge of it?” The corners of Angeline’s lips curved upward in gratitude. “Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience caused.”

With that said, she peered out the window and looked down at Jacob. A man in a suit escorted him into a car and drove him out of the residential area through the back entrance.

“Thank goodness! We’re saved!” exclaimed Angeline. Joy was written all over her face.

Evander, on the other hand stared at her side profile in a daze.

Angeline was wearing a casual outfit at present. Compared to her stunning look in front of the camera, she looked a lot more approachable at that moment. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, and the light makeup she had put on accentuated the tenderness of her features.

After a short moment of observing her, Evander shifted his gaze to look away. “Don’t celebrate just yet. More troubles are waiting.”

“What do you mean?” Angeline turned to look at him, confused.

“Do you really think the reporters wouldn’t come back the moment they realized that they couldn’t get any scoop from Jacob?” Evander reminded her in a flat tone. “You’re way too naïve!”

Evander’s words were like a punch to Angeline’s gut, causing her to feel tense and anxious again.

Slapping her forehead in exasperation, she had no idea what to do. “In that case, I’ll go pack my stuff and stay in a hotel for the time being.”

Evander regarded her and shot that idea down ruthlessly. “That’s not going to work. Do you think the reporters are idiots?”

That’s right! All of the high-class hotels will be flooded with reporters by now!

losing her mind, Angeline hated Joseline so much that

you

to him with a troubled look on her face. “But I’ve got nowhere to go

my place.” Worried that Angeline might mishear him, he even intentionally

Evander’s suggestion, Angeline froze and couldn’t find

of Evander’s arms in excitement and rushed forward to hug Angeline’s legs. Her eyes shone in anticipation as she raised her head to look at Angeline.

offer. “Mr. Golding, it’s not appropriate for me to stay at your place. Your fiancée won’t be

any animosity from Olivine when issues regarding

ran toward Evander and tugged the corner of his shirt. Her pleading eyes were filled with

in the Golding residence. Your presence won’t cause too much of a problem. Since Floretta likes your cooking, take this as an opportunity to teach

Angeline was rendered speechless.

left her no room

Come on! I’ll help you pack your things.” Floretta took Angeline’s hand and pulled the

ten minutes, Angeline was dressed and ready to leave. Her

had no choice but to take her car from the garage and drive

Golding residence, Angeline took in the familiar garden and the three-story mansion. To her surprise, she no longer

that Angeline would be staying

is great, Ms. Sorelle! Ms. Floretta is

Angeline, dancing in excitement. She had

collected. Removing his coat, he glanced at Francesca coldly. “Show

“Yes, Mr. Golding!”

her luggage and headed upstairs. Her movements were so swift that Angeline could not help even if she wanted

a gigantic wardrobe, and a built-in bathroom were only some of its

in advance. If you need anything else, please feel free to let

for now,” Angeline

It must be nice to be rich. This room itself is bigger than my

Floretta’s. I know that the two of you are close. This will make it easier for you to take care of her.” Francesca

thoughtful

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