Karma's Ultimate Payback My Success, Their Downfall novel Chapter 48

Chapter 38

Years had passed, and I was certain that he must have forgotten an ugly pig forced on him.

Sure enough, he appeared puzzled to hear my gratitude at first. But then, he returned to his arrogant self in no time, like it was nothing..

I sneered in my heart. “Complete oblivion? Even better!”

Stretching my lips in a professional smile, I stared at him coldly with no intention of showing any sign of being affected by his bossy aura.

Not long ago, I had publicly refused to sign with Leo at the airport. And now, here he was, with my daughter. One glance on his face, and it was evident that he was pissed off beyond

words due to this humiliation.

I could clearly remember his monstrous anger, the familiar expression of his pent–up fury had painted his face red. But still, he appeared nonchalant, asserting his dominance with his skill of matching his opponent’s energy.

He returned my expressions and spoke; his indifferent eyes were fixed on me.

“Ma’am you are overthinking. Your daughter insisted on coming home with my son to play

hockey.”

What?

He had a son too?

My Jane’s energetic response to my phone call resounded in my head as a little boy emerged from behind Leo, halting my thought process.

His innocent green eyes, brown hair, and fair complexion made him look like the male of

my younger self; he bore a striking resemblance to me.

The people around us noticed this as well, their eyes darting between our faces. Before I could decipher Leo’s reaction to this similarity, that little boy spoke, he was visibly upset.

“It’s not fair, Jane. I demand a re–match!”

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Chapter 38

His adorable pout melted my heart; however, my Jane looked bored, paying no attention to his tantrum. She yawned and then replied to him.

“No, I don’t beat weaklings. Let your dad play with me instead.”

Jane’s statement riveted that boy to his spot, and after a few seconds, he burst into tears, much to the shock of onlookers.

Although Zoe, that little boy, was Jane’s competitor, she took out a handkerchief from her Barbie bag and offered it to him.

“I apologize, please don’t cry!”

I patted Jane on the head. She was really a good girl. Zoe was receiving the handkerchief with thanks when a hurried figure appeared before my sight, pushing Jane inside.

Zoe also stopped crying all of a sudden, looking at her bitterly as she questioned in her

shrill voice.

“What’s with all this noise?”

The impatience, the hourglass figure and arrogance, she was none other than Melody.

I stood there frozen, enslaved by the dark shadows of my naïve era, but my Jane didn’t

endure Melody’s rudeness.

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