Her Precious Baby

Yet, before she could recollect herself, the man’s intimidating aura rushed toward her like tidal waves.

The man then grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not get out of his grasp.

“Y-Y-You… Mr. Golding, let’s talk instead. Don’t come so close to me!” Angeline stammered nervously.

They were in a dim environment, but she could see the clear outline of his sharp features.

She could not help but tense up at his continuous stare as fear began growing in her chest.

Angeline could sense how dangerous Evander could be, so she quickly turned her head and averted her gaze from him.

“Ms. Sorelle, weren’t you doing all those things for this?” Evander asked, his tone flat.

His question made Angeline tense up even more. Her instincts yelled at her to retreat further from the man, but the wall was right behind her—there was nowhere else she could run.

“Mr. Golding, is there a misunderstanding somewhere? I’ll confess that there’s another reason for my presence here. I was scared that you’d put me on a blacklist. After all, barely anyone in Hallsbay is a match for you in terms of power. Still, my concern for Floretta is genuine. After all, she’s only a five-year-old, and there’s no reason for me to hurt her.”

Evander’s eyes darkened even more when he heard her mention his daughter’s name. Before Angeline could finish her sentence, his slender fingers gripped Angeline’s chin painfully, and he forced her to lift her head to look at him again.

he hunched over to lean closer to her ear and icily hissed, “Ms. Sorelle, did you really drive all the

“Of course!”

while of meeting her eyes, Evander finally let

seems like you don’t bother

if she had been revived at his release. Her stiffened limbs finally regained their sensations, but

calm on the outside, she was quaking in her boots inwardly. While Evander’s focus was not on her, she discreetly

or scream for help if

he pulled out a handkerchief

come back

understand why the man was raising that

you’re merely an abandoned child of the Sorelle family. What makes you think you have the

that, the expensive handkerchief fell to the

when she heard him, and her eyes moved away from the handkerchief on the

concealed half of his icy expression and tall figure, but it could not hide the

underestimate her. “That’s a

had been planning this for a

those words left her mouth, Evander chuckled. Disdain crept into his eyes, and he uttered, “Is that so? That would be for the best. However, if I find out that you’re planning to use either Floretta or me to get the Sorelle family… My apologies, then. I’ll surely let you have a taste of how

voice.