Her Precious Baby

Chapter 268

Hanson invited the representatives of many big-name brands. Despite Joseline's influence and Yiurk Group's long-term low- profile status, many of those representatives still showed up to pay their respects to him.

The fashion show was held on a cruise ship along the coastline.

At night, the entire ship was brightly lit. Visitors could enjoy a panoramic view of the sea and its wonderful breeze from a distance.

It was in line with the series of costumes Angeline had brought to the fashion show. It was the last set of clothes her mother designed—Ocean.

As her mother's passing was very sudden, the set of clothes didn't see the light of day until the fashion show.

Angeline had only found it after looking through everything in the storehouse.

Even though it was made a long time ago, the style didn't seem outdated.

There was more than an hour left until the opening of the fashion show.

Models were putting on their makeup inside the busy dressing room on the ship.

Angeline was examining every piece of clothing and engaging in a handover process with the models.

There were five series of costumes to be presented, with Ocean being the last.

Angeline was very strict with the models to avoid any mistakes.

She was wearing a white, long suit with high heels while her long hah rested on her back, which made her look like a career woman.

Even though she had explained everything clearly, she was still worried. As she faced the models in the dressing room, she uttered, “Everyone, keep your spirits up. This fashion show is exceptionally important to Forrester Group, so I hope everyone will treat this event seriously. If it's well-received, rest assured that all of you will earn a well-deserved bonus. “

“You're too kind, Ms. Sorelie.”

“We'll cooperate with you to the best of our abilities to avoid any mistakes, Ms. Sorelie.”

Everyone was slightly surprised by her humble attitude, so they hurriedly replied to her respectfully.

Their assurance put Angeline's worries mostly to rest.

After she finished her work in the dressing room, she left to welcome the guests.

She had investigated all the attending guests beforehand, so even though it was her first time meeting them, she could socialize with them smoothly.

Inside the presidential suite on the upper floor. Hanson was standing in front of a window with liis hands behind liis back.

He was staring at the scene downstairs intensely.

Dissatisfaction swirled in liis eyes as he watched Angeline interact with the crowd in a composed manner.

“Be careful not to catch a cold. Mr. Yiurk.” It was then Lillian's caring voice rang inside the room.

She proceeded to place the coat in her hands on liis shoulders.

■'Thank you.” His warm voice sounded distant. “You should head downstairs and help her.”

“I'm your subordinate. Mr. Yiurk. I should serve only you.” An aggrieved expression surfaced on her countenance. After a brief moment of contemplation, she reminded him, “Besides, Ms. Sorelle seems confident. I don't think she needs—”

“How long have you been working for me, Lillian?” Hanson interrupted coldly.

“Three years,” said Lillian, slightly stunned.

“Three years, yet you still don't know my rules?” Hanson tinned around, facing her with disapproval. “You've talked too much earlier.”

Lillian's heart dropped. She felt aggrieved, as she didn't expect to be reprimanded. “I'm simply angry on your behalf about the unfair treatment you received. Mr. Yiurk. Ms. Sorelie's intentions are obvious. Why are you cooperating with her when she's just trying to exploit your resources?”

Closing liis eyes, he uttered slowly, “Because she's Angeline.” I kept quiet even though I saw through her tricks because she's Angeline, the woman I owe so much. The investigator I hired recently told me Angeline seemed to have broken up with Evander, so this is my chance to let her know how much I regretted what happened and to bring her back to my side! This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Angeline, completely oblivious to Hanson's thoughts, was still exchanging pleasantries with the guests downstairs.

She was holding a glass of red wine, blushing slightly due to her drunkenness.

“I have high hopes for you, Ms. Sorelle. We must collaborate more often in the future!” The person speaking to her was a balding forty-odd-year-old man. and he was staring at her lustfully.

“Don't w’orry. We'll definitely have the chance to work together in the future. I only hope you won't forget about me when the time comes.” A gentle smile hung on Angeline's face as she emptied her glass after toasting him.

He placed his hand on her shoulder. As he spoke, a thick alcohol scent wafted into her nose. “You're so beautiful that no one can forget about you. Ms. Sorelle.”

Angeline's eyes glinted as she turned sideways and ducked away from liis aim. “I think you've drunk a little too much. I'll call for a security guard to take you down to rest.”

Before the man could reply, she had already used the w7alkie-talkie on her chest to summon a security guard.

After he left, Angeline let out a subtle sigh of relief as a look of disgust flashed past her eyes.

The man talking to her earlier was the general manager of an advertising company. If not for the fact that Forrester Group needed the publicity, she wouldn't have wasted her time with him.

It wasn't until she took over her current position that she realized how heavy was the head that wore the crown.

The position wasn't as glamorous as it appeared, as one had to endure countless trials while holding that title.

It's only nowr that I realize I wras too well-protected by Nancy. That's why, from now7 on, I must wrork even harder so I can bear the responsibilities on my shoulder and make my deceased elders proud.

Right then, a luxury car came racing by on the beach.

Under everyone's gaze, it came to a steady stop.

The driver alighted from the vehicle and went to open the door to the passenger seat.

The limited edition off-road vehicle attracted plenty of attention as everyone wondered wdio the owner of the car was.

Angeline was intrigued by the discussions, so she approached the railings and looked down from the cruise ship.

After the driver opened the door, a pah of black leather shoes first landed firmly on the sand.

A handsome face then appeared before everyone.

When they saw7 wdio he was, they took in a deep breath.

“Oh my god! Isn't that Evander Golding?”

“It's him! What is he doing here?”

“Didn't he have a falling-out with Angeline?”

“It seems that Forrester Group does have a backer! My husband really has to step up liis game.”

Everyone was excited except Angeline, w'hose expression couldn't get any darker.