Chapter 4 It's You!
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In the modern-style waiting area of a meeting room.
A group of impeccably dressed and incredibly sexy women were all holding a flyer and excitedly discussing it among themselves.
"It's the heir of the Rosenthal family looking for a surrogate!"
"I can't believe it. When I first saw this ad, I thought it was a prank!"
"How amazing would it be to have his baby!"
From their appearances, no one seemed to be here out of financial desperation.
Behind their alluring faces was the ambition to marry into a wealthy family through a child and rise in social status.
Therefore, every woman here was meticulously dressed.
Each one wore their most stunning outfit, occasionally touching up their makeup, eagerly waiting for the highly sought-after man who could arrive at any moment.
At that moment, Selena, who wasn't wearing any makeup and was dressed in simple light brown overalls with a plain, unbranded, large bag, walked down the hallway.
Her mind was preoccupied with the questionnaire the sperm bank had sent her.
'Mason's profile seemed decent, but surely I wouldn't be the only one choosing him, right? If many others also want to choose him...'
Thinking about this, she grew anxious. She really needed his sperm!
With a deep breath, Selena walked into the waiting area. Upon seeing a crowd of beautiful women, she instinctively stopped, glancing at the address on her phone and then at the doorplate, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
'Is it just me? Or are there more people here than Costco?'
For a moment, she almost thought it was a casting call for a celebrity show!
Could all these people be here for Mason? Surely not...
Selena immediately felt a wave of anxiety. The competition was intense today!
'So many people... Will he have enough sperm?'
Seeing Selena, who wasn't dressed up at all, several women exaggeratedly covered their mouths and began discussing her loudly, as if they didn't mind being heard at all.
"Oh my God, she looks like trash."
"I bet she dressed like that on purpose to stand out!"
"Maybe Cedric Rosenthal will like her simple style!"
"But I thought this was exclusive."
"Guess not." another girl exhaled, "How long are we supposed to wait? What is this, Costco?!"
"I don't want to wait next to someone who just crawled out of the trash can."
This was a rare opportunity, and they were all giving it their all.
And this plain girl from who-knows-where thought she could compete with them? How delusional!
Listening to their voices, Selena frowned and gripped the strap of her bag tightly.
These women were so mean!
Everyone was here for the sperm, so why did they need to project their own insecurity onto her?
With this thought, Selena forced herself to ignore their comments.
When Selena didn't react, the others seemed bored and stopped talking about her, returning their focus to the sensational surrogacy news.
One of the blonde, curvaceous women, holding a powder compact, anxiously asked, "How much longer do we have to wait?"
"Cedric's here!" Someone exclaimed, keeping their voice down.
'What's the big deal?' Selena got curious.
The door opened.
Cedric, dressed in a high-end brown casual suit, walked in with a serious expression.
When he saw the group of beautiful women, he froze for a moment, his eyes widening, and he stopped in his tracks.
His assistant had told him to attend a meeting, and here he was, surrounded by a crowd of irrelevant women, all dressed up.
"Cedric! Look at me!"
"Look at me! I'm here!"
"I'm here!"
A group of girls jumped up like butterflies drawn to flowers, rushing toward Cedric with excited screams.
Cedric instinctively walked toward the nearest meeting room, taking shelter.
His bodyguards quickly stepped forward and blocked the door, protecting him from their advances.
Selena, confused, looked at the group of women crowding around and almost stumbling over each other. She wondered aloud, "What's so special about that guy?"
The sperm bank hadn't mentioned anything peculiar about him.
Why were these women so excited?
Did they have insider information she didn't know?
At that moment, Eric stepped forward and raised his hand, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
"Ladies! Please calm down! Wait quietly until I call your name, alright?"
"Okay! Of course!"
"We're just a little excited!"
"Yes! Call the names! I'm ready!"
The women quickly fixed their messy hair and outfits, eagerly urging him on.
Eric shrugged and smiled. He looked down at this iPad and read out a name, "Selena?"
Eric entered the meeting room and called out, "Just give us 5 minutes and we'll be ready for you."
Upon hearing this, all the women instantly turned to Selena, their gazes filled with jealousy, disdain, and heavy discontent.
"Oh my God, how is she the first to meet Cedric?"
"She better not ruin our chances!"
Selena raised an eyebrow, holding back her anger as she nodded and sat down. Five minutes, huh?
She hoped Mason would be worth the wait!
*****
In the meeting room.
Cedric sat on the sofa, staring in disbelief at the over-the-top ad with his own handsome face printed on it, advertising a million-dollar surrogacy reward.
He looked at Eric, holding the ad up to him and coldly asked, "This is your great idea? A surrogate? No way—"
"Boss, I—"
Cedric shook his head in refusal, planning to leave this ridiculous interview room immediately.
He had no idea about this whole thing. If he had known, he would have never let Eric go through with it!
He stood up and was about to bypass Eric's blockage when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Oh! Am I interrupting?"
Cedric looked up, and after seeing the woman's face, his pupils contracted in surprise. "It's you!"
"I'm sorry?" Selena, who had just been called in, pointed at herself in confusion.
'Have I met him before? Why can't I remember him at all?'
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