Her Precious Baby

Unbidden, the man swung his gaze at her.

Their eyes met.

His icy gaze could seemingly see right through her. His lips were pressed into a thin line, giving off a sense of maturity and reticence.

He seemed to be on an entirely different level than them, transcending beyond the transient world.

Angeline nervously averted her gaze. By the time she again raised her eyes, the man had already walked past her and gone to Wilfred.

At the sight of the man, Wilfred’s initially dark expression promptly transformed into joy. He was so thrilled that he almost sprang to his feet. Even Joseline and the others present were over the moon because of Evander Golding’s attendance.

They had all seemingly forgotten the debacle brought about by Angeline earlier.

“Why are you here, Mr. Golding? As propriety dictates, we shouldn’t be washing our dirty linens in public, so my apologies that you had to witness that.” Wilfred eagerly had someone help him to his feet to greet Evander. In fact, his excitement was so great that he couldn’t mask it.

Surprisingly, Evander stepped forward respectfully and motioned for him to remain seated. Inclining his head a fraction, he replied, “As the younger generation, I naturally have to attend your eightieth birthday. After all, you were one of the few friends my grandfather had when he was alive.”

Mr. Golding?

name drifted into Angeline’s ears, she kept an

the same time, she immediately thought of a person, a man who held Hallsbay’s economic lifeline and was also the head of Golding Group who struck

taking another glance

his chiseled face gave

to have seen him

thought, Angeline hastily withdrew her

as famous as him, I

ear. That aside, their eyes fixated on Evander gleamed as though they were beholding God himself. A wave

feigning civility to curry favor with those of high standing and authority? I should leave as

is a gift from Mr. Golding.

Charlie Day?

turned, only to see Evander’s assistant beside the man opening the exquisite wooden box in his hand. He took out a scroll of painting that he then unfurled

was an oil painting depicting a

exclaimed over the painting, praising it to the skies. Even Joseline, who had some artistic skills, wore an astounded

fingers over every line of the drawing, not bothering to conceal her admiration toward Evander.