She is a CEO by George Chapman novel Chapter 636

Chapter 636 Looking at Each Other

"Of course." Spencer looked at Lucia gently, as if his eyes were brimming with love. "Lucia worked so hard to give birth to my little princess. Of course, I have to treat her well."

"Well," he said. Marshall laughed, patted Spencer on the shoulder and said, "I know you love Lucia, but there are some things you should be careful about."

Spencer frowned. His eyes darkened, and his tone instantly turned cold. "Mr. Fisher, what do you mean by that?"

"Don't you know?" Marshall, tipsy and convinced that Spencer really had no idea what was going on, leaned over to remind him mysteriously,

"But many people have speculated that your daughter is actually Arthur's daughter. Spencer, your fiancee is so beautiful. You have to be very careful..."

"Nonsense!" Spencer scowled and shouted angrily. "You're slandering me, you know that?"

Spencer lowered his voice, but the anger in his eyes was almost coming out. Marshall realized he had said the wrong thing, and the alcohol wore off. He quickly apologized,

"Spencer, that's what I heard. I'm sorry. I'm a little drank today."

Noticing that other people was staring at him when he was speaking with Marshall, and Lucia, who was standing next to him, Spencer could not hide her impatience and whispered,

"Don't I know if the child is mine or not? Marshall, I can let go of what happened today, but you have to help me find out who started the rumor. I'll wait for your good news."

As soon as he finished speaking, Spencer immediately changed into a gentle smile as if he was in a good relationship and patted Marshall's shoulder. In fact, he used much strength, and Marshall felt painful by that.

Watching Spencer and Lucia leaving, Marshall was remorseful by what he had said to Spencer.

Soon after, Spencer and Lucia finally arrived at the table where Arthur and Nia were sitting. Before anyone could get up, Nia took the lead and stood up with the wine glass. She smiled at them, and Arthur hesitated for a moment. Then he got up, too, but he did not touch the glass on the table.

"Lucy, congratulations on giving birth to such a beautiful little princess." Nia said congratulations in front of everyone, but only those who understood her address to Lucia would know how provocative it was.

"You'd better call me Ms. Webb," Lucia said in a low voice. She no longer showed her gentle smile, but raised her eyebrows, lowered her eyes, and stared at Nia,

"Pleasant to the ear."

Her words were seemingly casual, but Lucia's domineering aura had exploded.

Nia gritted her teeth, and God knew how much persistence she needed to force herself to look Lucia in the eye.

"That's right. It's better to call her Ms. Webb," Spencer said lightly. "After all, identity isn't something you can ask for just by opening your mouth."

Spencer didn't hesitate to crush the inferiority complex in Nia's heart.

Nia heard that and her eyes changed. Even Lucia looked sideways at Spencer. Lucia was drawing a line between herself and Nia, but she didn't mean to despise her family background. Spencer also looked back at Lucia and smiled, creating the illusion of a "perfect rapport" between the two.

Their conversation was overheard by the other people who were seating at the same table. The four men in front of them had a history that would go on for days and nights. Therefore, they remained silent and continued to sit there, trying to control their expressions. They seemed to be indifferent, but in fact, their ears had already been pricked up.