The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 142

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 142: This Man Thought He Could Be A Father To My Children?

Sean POV

Through the Bentley's tinted windows, I watched as Christopher Blake helped my children out of his car, My children. The possessive thought barned like acid in my stomach.

And there was Angela, smiling politely at Christopher as he leaned closer to speak to fier. Something twisted painfully in my chest.

Five years apart, and now this man thought he could simply step in my place? Into my family?

"Thomas," I said, not taking my eyes off the trio, all you hear what lake just said in her?"

Thomas adjusted his glasses, peeting through the window. "Tim oftall not, Mr. Shaw. They're too far away for me to read lips

My jaw clenched as Christopher's hand briefly touched Angela's amefore he turned to walk the twins to the school entrance. The casual intimacy of the gesture made my blood boil.

This man thought he could be a father to my children? My children?

1 unlocked my phone and typed quickly:

Me (as Night): Today convenient for our transaction?

Angela's response came almost immediately:

Angela: What time were you thinking?

Me (as Night): Afternoon.

Angela: I'm afraid this afternoon won't work, Could we reschedule for tomorrow?

I knew it. She had plans with Christopher. My fingers moved swiftly across the

screen:

Me (as Night): No. I need the money urgently today. Can't you change your plans?

slight furrow between her brows when she felt cornered. She didn't know "Mr. Night"

me, of course.

could wire the money directly to your account, Carrying that much cash

course she'd try to find a compromise. That was Angela- always practical, always trying to find the middle ground. But I needed her away

(as Night): No. I need cash. Le Bernardin,

through his tablet notes. "I believe I've found a suitable candidate, Mr. Shaw. They re distant relatives of

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He Could Be A Father To My

Current school situation?!

resistance. The social and economic gap is substanti, and they

leaned back in my chair, drumming my fingers against the polished mahogany desk. "Offer

if they ask

the Shaw family's charitable

I waved my hand dismissively.

once they

"The child

simple.

hild transfers t

blond. Make it sound

children's school immediately. We arrange coincidental

the parents? They'll expect

that. "Keep my involvement minimal. I'm

Any necessary meetings

"Mr. Shaw, if I may... this plan requires the child to stay somewhere near the school. The commute from the Bronx would be impractical." “Put them up in

the child to visit your apartment on weekends for enrichment activities. This would create natural opportunities to invite Aria and

raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to entertain a

visits, sir. And it provides the perfect pretext to invite your children to your home without raising suspicions." Thomas adjusted his glasses. "We would never separate the child from his parents-that would be cruel. This is simply an educational opportunity with some

considered this. The thought of my empty penthouse occasionally led with

with the family-this is about

Le Bernardin, scowling at the empty chair across from me. Thomas stood near the window, his reflection visible in the darkened

late yet, Mr. Shaw," he observed quietly. "It's only

the

had darkened throughout the day. thoughts of Angela meeting with Christopher consuming me despite my efforts to

Thomas ventured. "Ms. Wilson has already agreed to meet Mr. Night

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