His One True Love

Chapter 13---Punishing the Scumbag

President's Office, Fields Tower.

After hanging up, Kevin Hart rubbed his nose and asked curiously, "Boss, is leaving Candy with Miss Moore reliable? Over the past three years, despite our tight security around Candy, plenty of people still tried to kidnap her to pressure you..."

The man sat calmly in the black executive chair, his long, elegant fingers loosely interlaced on the desk. A dark glint flickered in his deep eyes. "Perfect chance to test her true motives—whether she's after money, or truly clueless."

...

Inside a KFC, Candy had eaten her fill, her little belly round and full, and let out a contented burp.

Wendy Moore took a tissue and wiped the corner of the child's mouth. "All full? Let's go then?"

As she started to rise, her phone rang. The caller ID: Chase Fields.

She answered. A cool, magnetic male voice came through—deep, smooth, and strikingly pleasant.

"Where are you?"

Wendy glanced around. "We're at the KFC next to the department store mall."

The man replied flatly, "I'll be right there."

After hanging up, Wendy said, "Candy, your dad's coming. Let's wait for him outside."

The little girl stayed silent, her big, shiny eyes fixed on the cola in front of her. Wendy looked at the drink and smiled. "Want some more cola?"

Earlier, the kids' meal had come with fruit juice. So she wanted cola instead?

Her two small hands rested on the table, her chin propped on her arms, pouting. "Daddy never lets Candy drink cola. I just wanna taste it. Michael said it's super yummy."

Wendy chuckled. Why did Chase ban her from everything? Sure, it wasn't exactly healthy, but one sip wouldn't hurt.

"Wait here. I'll get you a cup."

She joined the line, glancing back now and then to make sure the little girl was safe. When she returned with the cola, Candy happily jumped off her seat. "Mia, you're the best!"

Wendy handed it over. "But don't drink too much. You're already full. Too much will upset your stomach."

"Okay, okay. Just one sip."

Moments after stepping outside the KFC, a Range Rover pulled up.

The passenger door opened, and a young woman with a Chanel bag stepped out. Wendy looked up—it was Grace Scott, her stepmother's daughter.

"Fancy meeting you here. Brad said you were back, but I didn't believe it. Couldn't hack it out there, so you crawled back to Gaiara?"

Grace deliberately touched the massive diamond on her ring finger, smirking. "Brad proposed the other day. We're getting married next month."

Brad stepped out and slipped an arm around her. "Wendy, I hope you'll come. After all, you're Grace's sister."

Wendy's voice turned icy. "She's a Scott. I'm a Moore. We're not family. If that's all, I'm leaving."

She took Candy's hand and turned to go. Grace pulled a wedding invitation from her Chanel bag and thrust it at her, whispering mockingly, "We're shopping for wedding stuff. Since we ran into you, no need to mail it. Sister, I hope you'll witness my happiness with Brad."

Wendy's lips curled. She took the invite and tore it to shreds. Her glistening eyes locked onto the couple with cold disdain, then she smiled—sweetly, with a hint of mockery. "Sister, I won't attend this one. But for your next wedding, I'll definitely bring a big gift."

Grace turned livid, stomping her feet. "Brad, did you hear that?!"

Brad soothed her. "Don't waste your breath. She'll never be as happy as you."

Just then, Candy, clinging to Wendy's leg, looked up and piped, "Mommy, is Daddy here yet?"

Wendy's eyes flickered. "...Almost."

The little girl suddenly went soft. "Mommy, carry me."

Wendy froze, startled, then awkwardly crouched and lifted her.

Brad and Grace stared, stunned. When did Wendy get married? And have a three-year-old?

Brad snapped. "Wendy, when did you get married?!"

Holding Candy, she laughed. "Do I owe you a report?"

Grace sneered, "Were you cheating on Brad back then? The kid's gotta be three. Wendy, you're disgusting!"

"Disgusting? You stole your sister's boyfriend, teamed up with your mom to steal the Moore family's home and fortune, and now you flaunt it—how is that not disgusting?"

Grace, speechless, grabbed Wendy's arm, ready to strike. Candy's eyes darted—she spotted a familiar black Maybach. She pointed and shouted, "Daddy's here!"

All three adults turned to the luxury limited-edition car parked at the curb.

Grace's eyes narrowed. This Maybach cost at least 60 million dollars—maybe more. Since when did Wendy marry a billionaire?

But it's probably some old guy.

Amused, she waited to see the joke unfold. But when the Maybach door opened, a pair of long, lean male legs stepped out. The man wore a perfectly tailored black shirt, black trousers, the shirt tucked in, broad-shouldered and lean-hipped, radiating an aura of icy elegance. And his face—sharp, breathtakingly handsome, more striking than any movie star.

No old man—this was a diamond-tier bachelor.

Chase Fields strode toward Wendy and Candy. Candy pointed at Grace and Brad, pouting. "Daddy, they're bullying Mia!"

His gaze turned glacial as he looked at them—freezing and sharp.

"Mr.... Mr. Fields?"

Brad and Grace exchanged horrified glances. Wendy's husband was Chase Fields, CEO of Fields Group?!

Grace scoffed. "Wendy, you're lying. Mr. Fields isn't even married. Get real."

Wendy looked at the scumbag couple, eager for revenge. Afraid Chase might deny it, she curved her lips, one arm holding Candy, the other deliberately slipping through Chase's arm. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with playful warmth. "Honey, let's go home. I can't stand these two a second longer."