Her Precious Baby

Those utterances seemed to weigh heavily in the atmosphere around them.

The look on the pair’s faces told Delano Halls that something was not quite right. “Do you and Ms. Sorelle know each other, Mr. Golding?” he asked in concern.

“No, I don’t know her.” Speaking in his deep and low inflection, Evander sought to distance himself from her.

Unable to stomach that sight, Angeline managed a stiff smile. “Of course, he doesn’t. Not everyone can hope to be acquainted with someone as illustrious as Mr. Golding himself.”

Is she suggesting that I’m unapproachable?

Evander’s expression turned increasingly sullen. It was as though a terrible storm was brewing within him.

A secretary-like woman skirted around to Delano from behind. After she whispered something into his ear, the latter’s face turned constipated. It would seem that he just had found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.

So, Evander and Angeline actually can’t get along with each other? This is all because of my previous work trip. It’s no wonder I had no idea about what was going on despite how long the news has been out there!

“About that, Mr. Golding. I invited Ms. Sorelle to help me with the promotional work for the property a long time ago.” He only concluded that he might have misspoken after those words had escaped his lips, but alas, it was too late for him to retract them.

“Oh? Is that so?” Evander’s unblinking eyes remained fixated upon Angeline’s face when he asked that question.

Does that mean that it is a sheer coincidence that we have found ourselves in the same place here today? Was I wrong about her?

“Look, Mr. Golding…” Delano wiped a palmful of nervous sweat from his own face as he was unable to figure out what Evander actually meant to say.

Is he trying to tell me that he’s not going to step on that stage, or he wants me to kick Angeline out?

Should that be the case, he feared that his company would make the headline news the next day, except that it would be for all the wrong reasons.

An extended silence ensued.

Angeline. Though he offered that reminder in an icy tone, he had provided a way for all of

to breathe a sigh of relief. He then quickly instructed the female compere to hand

and Delano positioned themselves right smack in the center of the pack. Delano even called out for Angeline to

that radiated off Evander, so much so that the scissors trembled in her

the completion of the ribbon-cutting segment, Evander was

to let her hair down. When she felt the

guests for the evening’s event

only had one packet of meal replacement cookies

area, taking care to avoid the crowd. Coupled

trays that lined the length of the long table were stacked with a wide assortment of food options. Grabbing a plate, she then went on to pick

was truly something to behold. Leaning back against the table, Angeline worked her dessert fork away at the cakes that were as savory as

herself found the cakes to be quite irresistible, even as someone who did not have that much of

has been developing quite splendidly, Mrs. Halls. Such a lucky woman you are.” At that moment, a familiar voice rang

when she glanced to the side—it was Joseline. The latter had her

offering a toast to Colleen. Her smile, however, unraveled as soon as she made eye

I’ll be d*mned!

was not expecting to run into Joseline there either. Not wanting to get into an argument in that sort of setting, she pretended not to know Joseline. Thus, she swiftly placed her cake down and turned to make a

was going to miss out on that opportunity to embarrass Angeline. An insidious look flashed across Joseline’s eyes as she tightened her grip around

the nick of time. Nevertheless, a couple of splotches of

of you!” Purposefully feigning surprise, Joseline hurried to grab a napkin to help wipe at the dress, only to make it even

motivations did not elude Angeline, who straight up shook her off. Angeline then gave her a stern reminder, “If it’s not bad enough that you’ve terrible eyesight, Ms. Sorelle, do you now have a poor constitution to go along with it? How else could you have failed to hold on to your glass and splashed wine

her sharp nails dug

astonishment.

“I’m sorry that you had to see

her with some skepticism. “But why would a young lady from the Sorelle

own immaturity, so she isn’t quite on

Angeline heard that, she stopped trying to clean her dress. “Have you forgotten, Ms. Sorelle? I’ve already severed ties with

to do my best to convince Grandpa to allow you

truth. It was a pity then that her sense of clarity allowed her to seize upon the wickedness within the eyes of her own “good