Her Precious Baby

Everyone knew that Charlie Day passed away at the end of the last century.

Therefore, that question of his exposed Angeline to public scrutiny once more.

“Well…” She naturally wouldn’t say that the owner of the house she rented while abroad for five years happened to be Charlie Day’s eldest grandson, for Angeline promised him that she would take that secret to her grave.

“Charlie Day once wrote an autobiography. On the last page, he vowed that he would definitely have all his paintings reduced to ashes alongside him if he were to die one day. And so, I surmised that.”

When her gaze collided with that of Evander’s, she immediately averted her eyes guiltily.

“Is that so?” Evander took another step closer to her, deliberately lowering his voice.

Words eluded Angeline.

A smirk tugged at Evander’s lips. Seemingly disinterested in exposing her, he turned to look at Wilfred at the main seat, whose expression was as black as thunder.

“Old Mr. Sorelle, although the painting is a counterfeit, it was indeed by a renowned painter and is priceless.”

solemn voice, “If you’re not satisfied with it, I’ll

show of respect for the Sorelle family. Wilfred gave him a tight smile, the wrinkles on his face bunching together. “Of course not, Mr. Golding. I’m

Glancing at Joseline at the side, she chimed in coldly, “This is indeed a fine painting. If you can’t make sense of

single word brimmed with ridicule, jabbing at

pupils constricted, and her face

just about to utter a reply when Wilfred, who sat at the

badly, and he couldn’t

had been suffering from a heart condition all these years, so

into his mind, fury blazed within him. Ultimately, his

Joseline’s expression changed drastically.

Old Mr. Sorelle’s life is at risk! Hurry up and get a

hall plunged into chaos, shrill

Angeline instinctively wanted to rush forward, but she abruptly thought of something

I step forward and invite contempt when

mesmerizing countenance. She timely halted her high heels from advancing and twisted them a fraction. Spinning on her heel, she left

from the hall. Someone had even led the doctor over. Evander swung his gaze back and thoughtfully watched as Angeline left, the look in

the Maybach, Evander reclined

contour of his profile was distinctly sculpted,