Devil President's Night Bride novel Chapter 89

'What would she think when she saw these odd dumplings?' Darren's lips curved unconsciously. The dumpling wrappers were colorful, including green, red, white and yellow. They looked like kids' toys.

"Darren, we haven't had dinner together for a long time." There was a hint of sadness in Rose's voice.

"Let's talk about it later." Darren hung up the phone directly. Looking at the dumplings and fingers marks on the smooth surface of his phone, he couldn't help smiling when he saw a familiar face covered with flour.

His cell phone lit up again before he could finish his smile.

"Darren, here's some information about Amanda. One of my friends who is a journalist got it. I saw it and stopped him. I don't think it's a good idea. Come and have a look. Starry Club. I'll wait for you in the same place." Rose spoke very quickly on the other side of the phone, as if she was worried about the possibility of Darren changing his mind again, she hung up the phone in a hurry.

Rose looked at the mirror and adjusted her clothes. It was very simple. The top cover of the Starry Club was painted as starry sky. The light in it was dim, so it was convenient for her to hide her identity now. Darren was a long-time VIP in the Starry Club, so Rose set the appointment here directly.

She looked up and saw Darren sitting down. She smiled, "You're here."

"What is it?" Said Darren.

Rose took out a big Kraft paper bag and handed it to Darren, "A reporter friend of mine took it out and planned to expose it. But in consideration that I have a spokesman and he worried that it might influence me, he sent me the message first and I bought it directly. He dares not to offend An Group."

Darren opened it, and there were the pictures taken far away, in which Amanda collapsed on the chair outside the operation room and cried bitterly, accompanied by a record of seeing a doctor. Her belly was hit and she suffered a miscarriage. How could he know nothing about her miscarriage one and a half months ago.

Seeing this, Darren tightened his fist. In a soft voice, Rose said, "Perhaps there is some misunderstanding behind it. After all, the news is a matter of great importance. You can go back and ask it clearly. It is not convenient for me to say anymore."

Darren nodded, took out a card, pushed it over, and said, "I've taken these with me. Only one copy, right?"

Rose answered, "Don't worry. I have informed that reporter before. He won't write about it casually."

Darren drove home with the document.

He saw the light in the house was still dark, just as he left. She did not come back during this period. She forgot the dinner she promised. She did not even bother to inform him. While Darren was sitting in the car, the light was turned off and the inside was as stuffy as a peach case, and the Kraft paper bag in his hand was wrinkled.

He murmured, "A child? Whose child was it? Who was the baby's father? She tried so hard to hide it from me." A figure suddenly appeared in his mind and was more and more confident of his idea. Darren pounded heavily on the car hood and asked, "Amanda, do you dare?"

At this time, Amanda quivered unconsciously. Maggie's eyes were red, but she had calmed down a lot. She asked with concern, "Are you cold?"

"No. Go on with your story." Maggie was also surprised. In fact, Amanda was here not doing that much. She just sat next to Maggie and listened carefully.