Henry headed straight back to work after the meal while Monique made her way back to Louise. A soft and sweet voice of a kid like a windchime was heard across the main hall.
"Mommy!! This flower is for you." Cute Angel was holding on to a red flower in her hands, which no one knew where she got that flower from, as she joyfully strode towards Monique with those short legs of hers.
Her small face was like the work of pretty craftworks with meticulous external features along with a pair of big gleaming eyes, as she put on a charming smile which made her look even more spectacular than a flower.
That pinkish face was so adorable that everybody would adore her.
Monique was down on her knees as she reached out to Angel with those skinny arms of hers and hugged Angel tightly.
"Mommy, this pretty flower is for you." Said Angel, presenting the red flower in her hands to Monique.
"Thank you, Angel, this is one pretty flower!" Monique praised as she let out a smile that was so soothing and took the flower over with her thin fingers, enjoying it, and smelling it.
"You came!" Louise finally arrived. Louise had a look on her face that was as though she was staring at the smile of a chairman's wife.
It was as plain as the sky that everyone witnessed how sweet the chairman treated her.
"Thank you for taking care of Angel." Monique said gratefully as she raised her head and smiled.
Monique noticed there was a hidden message behind those smiles of Louise, whose eyes shone with bitterness.
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