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.

that ribbon.” Evander finally peeled his eyes off Angeline. Though he offered that reminder in an icy tone,

able to breathe a sigh of relief. He then

smack in the center of the pack. Delano even called out for Angeline to stand directly on the other side of

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

the completion of the ribbon-cutting segment, Evander was ushered into the banquet hall by

hair down. When she felt the

for the evening’s

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

no one around, Angeline made her way over to the banquet hall’s dining area, taking care to avoid the crowd. Coupled with the fact that everyone else was busy mingling amongst themselves,

wide assortment of food options. Grabbing a plate, she then went on to pick out

by a Ferropenian pastry chef and that their taste was truly something to behold. Leaning back against the

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

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

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

in view of offering a toast to Colleen. Her smile, however, unraveled as soon as

I’ll be d*mned!

argument in that sort of setting, she pretended not to know Joseline. Thus, she swiftly placed her cake down

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 opportunity to embarrass Angeline. An insidious look flashed across Joseline’s eyes as she tightened her grip around the wine glass and intentionally flung its contents

the nick of time. Nevertheless, a couple of splotches of wine stains still managed

feigning surprise, Joseline hurried to grab a napkin

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

and her sharp nails

was observing from the side, reacted in astonishment. “Is this your younger sister,

appeared apologetic. “I’m sorry that

she regarded her with some skepticism. “But why

isn’t quite on reasonable terms with the rest of the family.” Exhaling,

trying to clean her dress. “Have you forgotten, Ms. Sorelle? I’ve already severed ties with the Sorelle

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 to allow you to go home. While I understand that you’re still very upset, we are

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