Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim by Dream Fish

Chapter 233

Angela pressed her lips together, making no comment. At that moment, one of the maids stepped forward.

"Ms. Graham, Mrs. Jewell Senior would like to see you. Would you please come with me?"

The maid carried herself with utter professionalism and had a polite smile on her face. She seemed more like a head housekeeper than an ordinary maid.

Angela frowned slightly. "Mrs. Jewell Senior?"

The maid nodded.

Layla Anderson, Zayn's paternal grandmother, had always been a fan of Sue's designs. Angela wondered if she had perhaps begun to suspect something.

Angela's brows knitted together, but she didn't refuse.

She, too, wanted to know whether Layla was doing well.

Following the maid upstairs, she made several turns through the grand house before arriving at Layla's study.

Downstairs, the banquet hall was still lively, but up here, the atmosphere was completely different.

Layla sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly reading. The spacious study was so silent that even a pin drop would have been audible.

maid stepped forward and softly announced Angela's arrival.

moment their eyes met, Angela's gaze flickered. She saw it in the old woman's eyes-the scrutiny

seat," Layla said, gesturing for someone

the

and asked in a quiet voice, "What did you want to

Layla had someone bring over a stack of documents and handed

expression shifted

were all her works-her original

"These are your designs, aren't they, Ms.

instant, Angela

she answered calmly, betraying

Layla's eyes. "Then that means you are

breath caught for a second. She hadn't expected that name to be brought up

She no

of silence, she shook

must be mistaken, Mrs.

Layla suddenly stood up.

confirming this, and you're still denying it? You're now the CEO of Graham Group, but let's be honest, you haven't even had time to settle into that

your identity as Sue, you'd instantly have a place at the top of the design world. Just by leveraging that connection alone, you'd never have to worry abou

respond. She slowly rose to her feet and

overthinking it, Mrs. Jewell Senior. I'm not Sue, nor do I have such talent. I'll take my