Her Precious Baby

Chapter 155

“As expected of you, Mr. Golding. That’s exactly what I thought. I’ve looked at the account statements after taking over Forrester Group and found a shipment that hasn’t been written off,” Angeline replied immodestly. “I want to use that to recover the costs spent, but we’re still short on the expenses.”

“What then?”

“Huh?” Angeline was startled by his nonchalance. “I was thinking of asking if you would like to try your hand at a fashion brand, given your vast experience investing in enterprises.”

Evander rose from the chair. He arrived before her, set the cup of coffee on the desk, and asked calmly, “Why should I invest in Forrester Group?”

“There are many benefits,” Angeline said as she sat up straighter, alerted by his technical questions. “With my reputation, we could entice celebrities with discounted prices to support us. I guarantee we will not make a loss. Furthermore…”

Angeline met Evander’s eyes. Though there were traces of glee in them, they were not as irritating as before.

“If I win, I will give you twenty percent of the Forrester Group shares promised to me by Hanson. You lose nothing.”

That’s a generous offer.

Evander’s gaze at her deepened. Perhaps it was the sheer amount of hypocrisy he was accustomed to in the business world, Angeline’s hungry ambition, scarcely concealed, made him feel much more at ease.

“Is this how you ask for help, Angeline?”

Suddenly, Evander took a step closer and shortened the safe distance between them.

Angeline looked up at him and found that her forehead almost brushed his chin. She did not dare move.

The new gap made her uncomfortable. Instinctively, she stepped backward, and her waist collided against the window partially concealed by the balcony.

“Ah!”

The emptiness behind Angeline alarmed her. Her upper body leaned precariously out the window.

Right then, a calloused palm held her steady by the waist.

chin and gazed down at her exquisite face. Her chestnut curls were done up in a careless bun behind her head, but several loose

eyes, and

on end from the way he stared at her. “Mr. Golding…” she said, her voice quavering, her palms pressed against his

you call

her chin suddenly tightened as she

drew closer

had a faint smell of

a fine bottle of wine. Angeline’s mind was a complete

to correct how you address

should I address

“We’ve talked about this.”

Angeline’s breathing quickened.

it Evander? It’s uncomfortable to call

she was swept off her feet and

with her slim fingers.

this time of mischief, at her

suggest you stop wriggling if you don’t want

not

again, stopping her from uttering the words she

lasted deep

sudden drowsiness prevented her from remaining on her feet, she slumped over Evander and allowed him

her for another round. When it was over, Angeline was so tired she could

carried her to bed and

would put her leg on him and, before long, hold him in her tangle of

light sleeper, her embrace

the balcony in his bedroom slippers and found Angeline occupying his side of the

smile

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