My Baby’s Daddy

Shirley shook her head. “No, I’m just moving to a different place.”

Corinne wasn’t interested in where she was going to live next. Just then, a shuttle bus pulled up, and Shirley placed her luggage on board and got on. Corinne planned to walk, but the driver called out to her, “Corinne, get in.”

“I’m heading to Mr. Flintstone’s residence,” she said.

“I’m taking Imogen there too. Hop on,” the driver said. Shocked, Corinne looked at Shirley, realizing that when she said she was moving to a different place, she meant moving into Zacharias’ residence.

She immediately got on the bus, her eyes fixed firmly on Shirley. “You’re going to live at Mr. Flintstone’s place?”

Shirley could see the envy in Corinne’s expression. However, she had no intention of boasting; instead, she felt helpless. She simply nodded. “Yes, it was Mr. Flintstone’s idea.”

At once, Corinne’s chest heaved, and she bit her lip before snorting in Shirley’s direction. “You’re quite something, huh?” She believed that Shirley had used some means to captivate Zacharias behind her back, and that was why he was giving her special treatment.

Shirley knew that Corinne had misunderstood, she chose not to explain

at Zacharias’ residence, Shirley got off the bus, and Corinne stood by her side.

stop and look at

seemed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, displaying a touch of aggressiveness. “How did you make Mr. Flintstone notice you? What tricks did you use? Or did you seduce him

less than Shirley in every way, so why would Zacharias show interest in her? Shirley had to have done something

Shirley was at a loss for words. The feeling of being wrongly accused is so unpleasant. She gave Corinne a

was taken aback by her gaze and snorted. “Don’t let me catch you doing anything wrong, or I won’t let

was a guest room reserved for visitors. Since Zacharias’ master

went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Zacharias. The less she received his attention, the harder she worked. She wanted to outshine Shirley and make him see how good she

in. She had felt his displeasure the night before when she had rejected him. Indeed, having been accustomed to being in a position of power for a long time, he is no longer

turned the corner, she suddenly saw a man sitting in the third-floor living room. He was dressed in a loose-fitting black robe, with the belt hanging loose in the middle. Water droplets were falling from the