Her Precious Baby

When Evander saw Angeline, rage almost instantly showed on his face. How dare this woman come here instead of leaving!

As the group of people at the door discussed amongst each other, someone recognized Angeline.

“Isn’t that Angeline?”

“When did Angeline become Floretta’s mother? Does this mean Mr. Golding and Angeline…”

“Mr. Goodman.” When Sylas saw Evander’s expression, he quickly chased everyone unrelated to the situation away. “Mr. Golding has matters to tend to, so all of you, please return to your posts first. I’ll inform you all when to submit reports about your work later on.”

Swiftly, he sent the department heads out of the room.

When he turned back, he saw Angeline already letting Floretta go and standing up from the couch. Angeline explained, “Please don’t misunderstand, Mr. Golding. I’m only here because I came across Floretta.”

her, he cut her off, “I’ve underestimated you. You certainly have a lot of tricks

changed. “You still

Evander ordered, “Sylas, call the security guards.” The look in his eyes

“Why are you calling the security guards? I invited Angel to celebrate my birthday with me! She

eyebrows imperceptibly furrowed as though he had just

had already been cut open on the coffee table. There were also a couple of candles that

me, but you didn’t show up the whole day! That’s why I came to find you, but the cake was ruined. Angel was kind enough to bake me a new cake and celebrate my birthday with me. How can you chase her away?

he knew what kind of personality her daughter had. Inside her head were a million ways to avoid getting faulted. Crying was a common tactic for the shrewd little girl to get out of

and he did promise to

Floretta’s red, swelling knee. A look of heartache flashed past his eyes. “It’s my fault, Floretta. I should’ve celebrated your birthday with

her eyes were swollen, meaning she wasn’t faking it.

cry, Floretta.” Crouching down, he pulled out a tissue paper and wiped her face. “Didn’t you