Her Precious Baby

Chapter 8

After reassuring herself, Joseline reverted to her arrogant self. “Stop talking about irrelevant matters with me, Angeline. Let me warn you. Because of the fact that you caused Mom and Dad’s deaths alone, I’ll never give you a single unit of Sorelle Group’s shares!”

Angeline’s eyes went cold, and her lips curved into a smirk. “Oh, really? I shall wait and see, then.”

Trepidation filled Joseline at the look in Angeline’s eyes. Snorting, she wanted to snag her bag and leave.

“Wait a moment.”

Angeline put down the coffee in her hand. Then, she snagged the Chanel bag Joseline placed on the table before the latter could do so.

“What are you doing, Angeline?”

Without waiting for Joseline to stop her, Angeline had already unzipped the Chanel bag and tipped out the cosmetics, purse, and keys within. Finally, a black, rectangular recorder pen appeared before them both.

In a flash, Joseline’s face paled, and she reached out to snatch it away.

Angeline acted much faster. Her slender fingers grasped the recorder pen, and she tossed it into the cup of steaming hot coffee. It instantly sank into the liquid, becoming a useless pen.

“Angeline!” Joseline’s eyes went as wide as saucers.

“Every question you asked was so intentional that I couldn’t help suspecting that you had an ulterior motive, Joseline. It looks like you didn’t waste the five years you worked at Sorelle Group and learned quite a few tricks of the business world.”

the coffee that spilled onto the table as though she didn’t see Joseline gritting

it on the table before slowly getting to her feet. “We’ve met and talked. Coffee is on me this time. If there’s

was about to leave her seat, Joseline stood up as

known that Angeline wouldn’t give in to threats or sweet talk, so she had been racking her brain for a

is probably the secret I’ve kept

if I were to tell you

just about to walk away, abruptly

smile on her face stiffening bit by

What

as though

while later, she feigned calmness and lifted her eyes to Joseline. Forcing a half-smile, Angeline murmured, “I didn’t

didn’t continue to prattle with

all alone. She fell back onto the

thought that I was lying to

excessive bleeding, leading to dystocia. By the time she arrived at the hospital,

she personally witnessed a woman furtively taking a swaddled infant from the midwife. She

the child was obviously

curious to know where she was taking the child, but she lost

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