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.”

wiped the coffee that spilled onto the table as though she

bag and placed it on the table before slowly getting to her feet. “We’ve met and talked. Coffee is on me

about to leave her

in to threats or sweet talk, so she had been racking her brain for a way

her in check is probably the

tell you that your child was still alive five years ago? Would

just about to walk away, abruptly halted in

the smile on

problem with my hearing, or am I hallucinating? What does she mean by my child being

her handbag tightly, feeling as though her entire body was encased in

and lifted her eyes to Joseline. Forcing a half-smile, Angeline murmured, “I didn’t expect you to

in contempt. She didn’t continue to prattle with her but

left there all alone. She fell back onto the

thought that I was

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

a woman furtively taking a swaddled infant from the midwife. She could even vaguely hear the child’s

the child was obviously still

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

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