My phone rang again, it was him again. I ignored the call and went back to the room where Maga was undressing Tristan to give him a bath.
Once again, the phone rang and I had no choice but to turn it off. I didn't want to talk about my son anymore when he indirectly accused me of being an easy woman.
He didn't want to listen to me when I was about to propose that he come, earlier than planned, now I was going to resume my plans and he had to wait.
At tonight's fashion show, Abby couldn't stop mocking the latest rumors involving me and my own family. Paul didn't seem very pleased with the new wave of attacks, but I reassured him by telling him what I had planned and how much I was going to enjoy seeing the humiliation on Amelia's face.
"Will the vice president have the rest of the night
