Smith left the work he was doing and diverted his gaze to the phone that was beeping loudly before him on the desk. He pushed some files aside and picked up the phone from the table then scrolled through it until he saw the message that Edward sent to him. It was the image of the pregnancy result that he'd requested. Surprisingly, the pregnancy results were more than two with two different details but with the same name. He arched his eyebrows as he read through the file of the image. He had to convert both of the images into a PDF document so he could read them carefully. He arched his eyebrows after he was done reading the documents that seemed complex. He had been trying to understand why the files had her name in both of them but different dates of pregnancy intake. It meant only one thing, she'd manipulated the results in Edward's favor. That was the thought that came to his mind but he beat himself to it because he still believed that his ex-wife, Georgia, wouldn't do such

"Thank you," Edward muttered and breathed out heavily as he lay beside Georgia with a sad look on his face. She smiled at him, pulled the bedsheets from her body, and climbed down from the bed. He rolled to the other side of the bed and gripped her wrist firmly with a cold look on his face. "Where are you heading to?" He asked and she took a deep breath. She scratched her hair and smiled awkwardly. "I want to get a cup of coffee for both of us," she said and he scoffed. "That's why the staff assistant is here. Let me make an order and it'll be delivered in the blink of an eye," he said and she shook her head hastily. She wouldn't let him do such a thing. If he did, she wouldn't be able to carry out her plan, and his action would jeopardize everything and she wouldn't want such a thing to happen. "No, I'll do it myself. I just want to take a fresh air outside," she said and he nodded his head even though he wasn't convinced. "That's nice. I would like to go with you," he sai

Huh?Edward gasped out in shock and swallowed it as his gaze landed on Smith's eye which was burning with anger. He knew Smith was pissed for what his fiance did to him. He bit on his lower lips and rubbed his palms nervously with a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "What do you say? You aren't talking Mr. Edward," he said and smiled at him mocking. Edward turned back and stared at his fiance, Georgia, who was staring at them with a confused look on her face. Because she was a few meters away from them, she couldn't hear their conversation clearly so she could only see their lips moving and from what she was seeing, none of what she was expecting to happen was happening. She didn't hear him yell at Smith for mocking her. He didn't call the cops or security guards on him to throw him into jail and discipline him for mocking her. What was happening? That was the question that revolved around her mind when she noticed such a scenario. "What are you talking about with that dou

“You see that, huh? He's far better than you. He's a billionaire,” she said and pointed at Micheal who was sitting at the edge without paying attention to them. It was part of the plan so she would lose her guard. “He's capable of being called a man but not some poor wimp like you,” she said and he took a deep breath. She was mocking him. And each word muttered, makes him angrier than before. He wouldn't hesitate to make her regret it if she persisted. “Does that mean a poor man isn't capable of being called a man?” He asked and she nodded her head. “Yes, it is. You aren't a man. You need to work better. “As for the cleaner job, I would talk to Edward tonight to employ you. I think I still have your number,” she said, rolled her eyes at him, and walked away with a cold look on her face. He glared at her departing figure until he couldn't see her anymore. He clenched his fist and bit on his lower lips. “I hope you see what your fiance did,” Smith asked and Edward swallowed the

“Come to my side. You should know when I am, right?” Smith asked as he placed the phone close to his left ear. “Yes, sir. I'll be there in a jiffy, young master,” Micheal responded in a respective tone and Smith hung up on the call without hesitation. Smith shook his head and dropped the phone on the table then reached out to the velvet wine that was worth a million bucks on the table. He poured the content into a glass cup and gulped it down without blinking. And it tasted sweet. He never knew what the rich were enjoying until his father found him and introduced him to wealth. Now, he has gotten caught up in it. He won't stop having fun. A few minutes later, a knock landed on the door, snapping him out of his reverie. It was enough to make him stop reminiscing about the past. “Come in,” he ordered and the door creaked open, revealing Micheal, who walked in, dressed in a well-tailored Italian suit. “You called for me. How may I help you, young master?” He asked and bowed his he