Chapter 32


    During the lunch break, Margaret left her workce and went to Mocha Café. She noticed that the


    customers there were all from the upper–middle ss, and the environment in the café was serene.


    As soon as she stepped into the entrance, she received another text message that read: I‘m sitting at


    table four near the window.


    Margaret nced around the café and saw a middle–aged woman dressed in expensive ck leather


    sitting at table four. The woman was looking at her phone with her head slightly lowered, so Margaret


    could not see her face clearly.


    Margaret walked toward the woman and sat down across from her. “Are you Megan Jenkins‘ mother?”


    After the woman lifted her head, Margaret froze at that instant.


    “Yes. My name is Hannah Collins. How should I address you?” The woman, Hannah, smiled politely. Her


    status as a rich man‘s wife was disyed through her gracious demeanor.


    Staring at the familiar yet strange face, Margaret felt as if she was being choked on the throat and could


    not speak.


    Hannah frowned slightly. “Don‘t be so nervous. I need your help with something, but it‘s not that serious.


    What would you like to drink?”


    Margaret clenched her fists and did not notice her nails had sunk deep into her palms. She took a while


    to regain herposure and said, “Let‘s skip the formalities, Mrs. Jenkins. What is it you need my help


    with? Just tell me directly, as I‘m busy.”


    Hannah was bothered by Margaret‘s stony tone, but she maintained her facade. She gracefully picked


    up her coffee cup and took a sip before speaking“My daughter is in a rtionship with Christopher, so


    please stay away from him. Judging from your outfit and appearance, I don‘t think you‘re the right fit for a


    gentleman like Christopher, I‘m sure he‘ll dump you in an instant when he‘s sick and tired of you. If that‘s


    the case, you won‘t get any benefits, will you? What is your price?”


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    Margaret sneered, “I would like to know how you got my contact details.”


    “You don‘t have to worry about that. We can discuss the price. If not, just pretend that I‘ve never been


    here today.” Hannah fidgeted with the diamond ring on her finger


    nonchntly.


    “I‘m just wondering why you didn‘t do a thorough background check on me and figure out my identity


    while you search for my contact details. You should‘ve found out who I am before you came here!”


    Margaret eximed while her voice quivered unnoticeably.


    Hannah was baffled by Margaret‘s reaction as she watched thetter leave the café. She then called


    Megan. “You only gave me that woman‘s phone number, but have you looked into her background and


    found out who she is? I met her today, but she seemed unfazed when I talked about money with her.


    She‘s quite difficult to deal with.”


    Megan snorted disdainfully and replied, “Why is it important to know that poor looking woman‘s identity? I


    don‘t care, Mom. You must make her vanish from Christopher‘s side! I hate her so much, and I get angry


    just by looking at her face!”


    Hannah could never refuse Megan‘s requests. Smiling, she promised thetter before hanging up the


    call. Immediately after that, she dialed another number. “Investigate someone for me.”


    After returning to the office, Margaret ignored the growls of hunger sounding from her stomach. Her head


    was filled with Hannah‘s face, and she could not believe that this was how she reunited with her long–


    lost mother. At that point, she sank into a turmoil of anger and disgust.


    Many years had flown by. Margaret had already grown up and her appearance had changed. Even if


    Hannah could not recognize her, she could still recognize the former immediately. After all, Hannah‘s


    face was engraved in her mind.


    Yet, there was one thing Margaret could not seem to understand. Since Hannah abandoned her when


    she was six years old to marry another man, Megan must be at least seven years younger than her.


    However, Megan did not look underaged at all.


    If Hannah took such good care of Megan, even if thetter wasn‘t her biological daughter, what am I to


    her?


    “Margaret, are you nning to work overtime and not go home?” Gavin came over to Margaret to


    monitor her after noticing thetterzing around her desk.


    Margaret sat up straight and continued working without even batting Gavin an eye, causing thetter‘s


    expression to darken, “Your husband is so daring. He visited ourpany just to kick me in my stomach.


    Let me get this straight, Margaret. As long as you work here, you must do whatever I ask you to. I want


    you to learn that there


    are consequences to your actions!”