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.

eyes off Angeline. Though he offered that reminder in

that, Delano was able to breathe a sigh of relief. He then quickly instructed the female compere to hand

Evander and Delano positioned themselves right smack in the center of the pack. Delano even called out for Angeline to stand directly on the other side of

unnerved by the wintriness that radiated off Evander, so much so that the scissors trembled in her grasp. It took her two solid tries

Evander was ushered into the banquet

imposing presence, Angeline was finally able to let her hair down. When she felt the back of her clothing, it was surprisingly slick with

the evening’s

maintain her figure ahead of the promotional shoot, she only had one packet of meal replacement cookies very early in the

taking care to avoid the crowd. Coupled with the fact that everyone else was busy mingling amongst themselves, no one

long table were stacked with a wide assortment of food options. Grabbing a plate, she then went on to pick out

Ferropenian pastry chef and that their taste was truly something

the cakes to be quite irresistible, even as someone who did not

developing quite splendidly, Mrs. Halls. Such a lucky woman you are.” At that moment,

gaze grew frigid when she glanced to the side—it was Joseline. The latter had her hands around a wealthy woman’s

of red wine from the table in view of offering a toast to Colleen. Her smile, however, unraveled as soon as she made eye contact with

I’ll be d*mned!

of setting, she pretended not to know Joseline. Thus, she swiftly placed her

other hand, was still bearing a grudge from their last unpleasant encounter at the cafe. As such, there was no way she was going to miss out on that

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

feigning surprise, Joseline hurried to grab a napkin to help wipe at the

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 all

face fell, and her sharp nails dug

side, reacted in astonishment. “Is this your younger sister,

“I’m sorry

her with some skepticism. “But why would a young lady from the Sorelle family be taking on a job

mistakes previously because of her own immaturity, so she isn’t quite on reasonable terms with the rest of the family.” Exhaling, Joseline portrayed herself as though she

forgotten, Ms. Sorelle? I’ve already severed ties with the Sorelle family eons ago,” she

Joseline strutted over to her younger sister on her three-inch stilettos and placed a hand on the latter’s shoulder. “You should know that I’ll continue to do my best to convince Grandpa

Joseline had she not been privy to the truth. It was a pity then that her sense of clarity allowed her to seize upon the wickedness within