Hearing the sound of a door opening, Angeline turned her head and saw a group of people gazing at her. She was also stunned.

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.”

no interest in listening to her explanation. Staring coldly at her, he cut her off, “I’ve

“You

she still refused to leave, Evander ordered, “Sylas, call the security guards.” The

you calling the security guards? I invited Angel to celebrate my birthday with

“birthday,” his eyebrows imperceptibly furrowed as though he had

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

to find you, but the cake was ruined. Angel was kind enough

wouldn’t have worked because 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

birthday, and he did

Evander noticed Floretta’s red, swelling knee. A look of heartache flashed past his eyes. “It’s my fault, Floretta. I should’ve

eyes were swollen, meaning she

he pulled out a tissue paper and wiped her face. “Didn’t you want to go

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