At the Hilton Group…


    James was escorted into the CEO’s office by Frankie. When his eyesnded on Carlos, the old sly fox


    tried his level best to pull a pathetic face.


    “Hello Carlos, busy?”


    A dash of resentment shed in Carlos’ eyes when he heard it. But it was gone quickly when he raised


    his head. His face betraying no emotion, he put down his pen and said, “No.”


    The air between them was tense. After exchanging simple pleasantries,


    James urgently cut to the chase.


    “People tell me you have an illegitimate daughter, out of wedlock, right?”


    “She’s not illegitimate.” Carlos shot to his feet from his chair. With his eyes on James, he said firmly,


    “She’s mine and Debbie’s kid. She also wasn’t aborted, like you said.”


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    James’ blood froze in his veins; his heart started beating a mile a minute. The worst had finally


    happened. ‘I know it. That child is trouble. I should’ve killed her baby when I had the chance!” he


    thought remorsefully. He forced out a smile.


    “Oh, really? I thought she got rid of it. She didn’t? Well, congrats, you’re a dad too. When can I meet


    my granddaughter?”


    “No need. Just sign the divorce papers. I’m flying out to New York to see Mom the day after tomorrow,”


    Carlos said coldly, shooting down


    James’ idea of meeting Piggy


    “Feel free to visit your mom, but I won’t sign my name. I won’t divorce her. Carlos, I’ve been working


    from home. I didn’t do anything wrong.


    Don’t split us up, okay?” James begged as he wiped his face in anguish


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    After a moment of silence, Carlos opened his mouth again.


    “I’ll drop by


    Stephanie’s parents, too. They deserve that much.”


    “Why?” James was confused.


    The older man didn’t seem like a good actor. Seeing his poor performance, Carlos tried his best to not


    Laugh out.


    “Because I called off our engagement.”


    “What?! Why? Aren’t you getting along? You’re going to remarry Debbie, aren’t you? I told you not to.


    Why don’t you listen to your old man?”


    James asked in an agitated voice as he sprung up from the sofa.


    Comparing to the elderly man’s flustered face, Carlos was unppable.


    He lit a cigarette and took a drag before answering, “Stephanie and I didn’t hit it off. If you force us to


    marry, I’m afraid we couldn’t even be friends.”