Chapter 6
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Henry went straight to the point. “Rachel, the Huangs have agreed to annul the engagement, and your sister is also going to marry into the Huangs. It’s your sister’s birthday today. Why don’t you give her the company that your mother left behind as a wedding and birthday gift?”
Serina said eagerly, “Your premarital pregnancy has embarrassed the Parkers, and also caused the Huangs to be the subject of ridicule for so many years. Take it as you’re compensating us by giving me the company!”
Henry threw the contract that he had prepared in advance over and ordered, “This is an ownership transfer agreement. Sign it.”
Rachel’s eyes were cold.
The Parkers had obviously been the ones who didn’t want to annul the engagement because they wanted to climb up the social ladder. The Huangs had also refused to annul it for some reason. Yet everything was now her fault?
Besides, everything that the Parkers had was left behind by her mother… Not only were they hogging the house, but they didn’t intend to spare even the company now?
Their insatiable greed was disgusting.
She looked up slightly, and said coolly, “No.”
As if a cat with its tail trampled on, Serina shouted sharply, “Rachel, what do you mean by that?”
Rachel glanced outside—it was getting late. She wanted to go back and sleep with Nisha, so she went to the point and said, “Calling off the engagement, okay. Wedding gift, nope.”
Then, she stood up and walked out.
“Stand right there, Rachel!”
Henry yelled angrily. Unfortunately, Rachel turned a deaf ear to him.
When she reached the front porch, Serina came chasing after her and blocked her path. “Tell me, Rachel, do you have no intention to annul the engagement at all because you can’t bear to give up Ken?!”
Rachel found her annoying. “Get out of the way.”
“So, that’s really what you’re thinking! You’re so shameless!”
Serina reached out her hand and sent it flying toward her face arrogantly and unreasonably!
The next moment, however, Rachel grabbed her wrist.
Unable to break free, a flustered and exasperated Serina cursed angrily, “Don’t you dare think that Ken will have a change of heart and come back to you just because you’ve become pretty! He’ll never marry a sullied woman like you who’s saddled with little bastard children, no matter what! Oh, and by the way, why didn’t you bring back that little bastard child whose father’s identity is unknown?”
Smack!
With all her strength, Rachel returned to her a ruthless slap of her own.
Her pupils were very dark, and she looked like a demon crawling out of hell. “Nisha is not a bastard child. If I ever hear you spouting nonsense again, I’m not holding back!”
After leaving behind a warning, she turned and left.
Serina’s cheek stung fiercely. She widened her eyes in shock and was so scared that she seemed to have even forgotten to cry.
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Neon lights flickered at night in California.
Rachel sat in the cab with her eyes closed and rested. Light flickered on her face, shining and dimming erratically, giving off a feeling of loneliness.
Unknown father… Little bastard child…
These two phrases made her sigh in melancholy.
It was still a mystery how she had become pregnant five years ago. She had no clue as to who Nisha’s father was.
“We’re here.” The cabby’s voice interrupted Rachel’s thoughts.
She had only just alighted and entered the hotel when a row of bodyguards suddenly rushed out in front of her and stopped her at the side. “Please step aside!”
Many people who were stopped speculated in low voices:
“What is Mr. Wright going out for when it’s already so late?”
“I heard that the Wrights’ sole grandson wanted mousse cake…”
When Rachel stretched out her hand to yawn, she immediately saw a tall and noble figure striding out of the elevator with a boy about five or six years old in his arms.
The man kept his gaze straight as he walked forward. However, when he passed by Rachel, he suddenly stopped. He looked at her with a deep gaze, and said in a deep voice, “Miss Parker…”
Rachel paused mid-yawn.
With her mouth half-open, Rachel looked at Ethan in astonishment.
The man was very tall, and was a little over 6’2″. Dressed in a black bespoke suit, his legs were long and straight.
The lavish hotel lights spilled onto his expressionless face, making his facial features appear three-dimensional and refined with a firm outline, and he gave off a sense of loftiness.
However, the mole at the corner of his eye forcibly merged allure and coldness, adding a sense of abstinence to him.
The little boy he was holding was also wearing a suit. He was leaning on the man’s shoulder and had buried his head into it to hide his appearance, so as to prevent the media from secretly taking photos of him and exposing information about him.
Unfortunately, she was in no mood to appreciate his good looks.
Had Ethan Wright… caught wind of her identity as Ian?
She was just thinking about it when she noticed Ethan frowning. In an imposing manner, he said, “Stay away from my son. Also, you’re not my type.”
His voice was deep and melodious like a baritone hitting one’s eardrums. It made people want to hear him speak a little more, yet they were dissuaded by that chilly aura of his that reached bone-deep.
Rachel’s eyes, which had been drooping because of drowsiness, widened big and round in this instant. A question mark slowly appeared in her mind: ?
While she was stunned, the man turned away and strode off.
The people around looked at her all at once, and they took a step back as if she was some kind of virus while they engaged in private discussion:
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