“They're evil capitalists!” the girl spat.
Zayron curled his lips into a half smile and said, “It's fine. I believe in your charm. Weren't you nominated for the Best Child Actor Award? According to the traditions, your boss will come to meet you himself, so take the opportunity to win his heart over, okay? I'm confident of you.”
The girl pouted, knowing that she was not going to be able to win over that old sly fox Artemis.
“Daddy Eddy, my brother's losing his mind again!”
Edmund gave her a small smile. “Deal with him when you're back. I'll back you up.”
“Hehe! You're the best.”
Just then, the kitchen door opened, and Bailey came out with two plates of dishes. When she saw the “father-and-son” duo on a video call, she smiled and asked, “Is that girl done enjoying herself outside? Tell her to come home earlier so that she won't miss the day to visit her granny's grave.”
“Right. I can go home with the excuse of visiting Granny's grave. Thanks, Mommy. I'll go and fill in the application for leave now.”
The corner of Bailey's lips twitched as she fell speechless. She told herself continuously that she should not be fooled by the girl's angelic smile, for the girl was more like the devil.
“The dishes are ready. Are you guys not coming to the table?”
Closing the laptop, Edmund lifted Zayron into his arms. “I've been waiting for you to say that. Smelling that aroma had been nothing but torment. I wished I could pick up the plates and shove everything down my throat.”
Again, Bailey was at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, sounds of sobbing were reverberating in the huge living room of the Jefferson residence.
“All right, all right. Don't cry anymore. It's just a momentary loss. I refuse to believe that b*tch Bailey would be lucky enough to escape all the time. We still have a long way to go, so we'll eventually find a chance to get her without her getting a chance to recover from it.”
The one who spoke was Rhonda's mother, Beatrice Wenlock. She was in a traditional gown with a sleeveless jacket, looking like the stereotypical wealthy wife. The woman was already in her fifties, but as she had maintained her looks well, she only seemed to be in her forties.
Sobbing in her arms, Rhonda stammered, “I-I can't wait any longer. Mom, I don't have much time anymore. That b*stard child Maxton is so clingy to Bailey. I have a feeling that the truth will soon reveal itself. If that b*tch Bailey ends up marrying into the Chivers family, it'll be easier to be the queen than to get rid of her. If the people find out about what happened seven years ago, what awaits me will be a tragic end!”
As Beatrice patted her daughter's back, she consoled, “I know it's a dire situation right now, but we don't have a clear view of what's going on. For now, we'll have to find out who the father of her child is. Acting rashly will only make things worse.”
“I don't care. Mom, you have to find a way to get rid of her from Hallsbay!”
At that, Beatrice furrowed her brows and mulled over her words. Something must have popped into her head, for a glint flashed past her eyes. “I have an idea. It'll be your father's fifty-fifth birthday in a week. On that day, all the prominent figures in Hallsbay will be attending the celebration. We'll invite Bailey to the event as well, and we'll—”
A vicious glint appeared in Rhonda's eyes as well as she interrupted, “We'll find a way to ruin her reputation and make everyone disgusted with her. I refuse to believe that she'll remain in Hallsbay after getting shunned by everyone!”
“It'll be even better if we get nude photos of her. We'll publish it. I doubt the Chiverses would be able to tolerate that and allow their son to marry her after that.”
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