Chapter 115
Mackenzie felt an inexplicable sense of warmth in her heart.
She had eaten some of the tastiest and most expensive foods, yet none
had ever made her feel this way.
All in all, she could tell Alessandra truly doted on her!
“Maybe next time, Mom!” Mackenzie replied.
“What did you just say? What did you call me?” Alessandra blurted out
excitedly, eyes almost brimming with tears.
Oh, my gosh. Even though Mackenzie came home with Emmanuel
previously, she barely spoke to me and never once called me ‘Mom.‘ I was
so worried that she disliked me and didn’t want to acknowledge me as her mother–inw… I can’t
believe she’s finally addressing me properly!
Emmanuel began wagging his eyebrows at Mackenzie, hoping she could
repeat herself and make Alessandra happy.
Mackenzie, however, was ready to change the subject. It had felt natural
earlier to call Alessandra “Mom,” but to have her intentionally repeat it
would be somewhat embarrassing. “How about next month? I’ll find time
to drop by again!”
Thankfully, Alessandra was considerate enough to stop probing, but she
still couldn’t hide the enthusiasm in her voice. “Sure, sure!” she eximed.
“Let me know the day, and I’ll prepare your favorite foods in advance!”
Oh… Just the thought of seeing my daughter–inw again fills me with
joy!
A sigh escaped Mackenzie’s lips as she suddenly recalled Emmanuel’s
words. D’mn it. If he and I got a divorce, would his mother be able to take
the blow? Argh! I hate how this feels…
“All right, then. I’m hanging up now!” she quickly added before ending the
call.
Meanwhile, Roselynn stared at the dumbstruck Mni and chuckled. “Ms.
Zimmerman, if you don’t mind, you can be my brother’s mistress instead!
Haha!”
Mni instantly turned red, so angry and ashamed that she just wanted to
dig a hole and hide in it.
Argh! I can’t believe Emmanuel got himself a wife! Furthermore, it soundsText property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
like she’s the kind of woman who has wealth, beauty, and brains…
“I’m heading home, Ms. Zimmerman. Do you need a lift?” Emmanuel asked,
though only out of politeness. After all, it was much too awkward for him to
stay behind.
A smirk crept across Roselynn’s face. Oh,e on. I know Mni’s
thick–skinned, but she can’t possibly still want to cling to Manny, can she?
To her horror, thetter did just that as she nodded shyly. “Yes. Please
send me home.”
Roselynn stared agape, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. What the holl? Has Mni no shame
at all?
Emmanuel, on the other hand, remained unfazed. In fact, he’d be surprised
if Mni had rejected his offer instead.
Sure enough, Mni began exploring the Maserati as soon as she stepped
into it, clearly having no regard for whom the car belonged to.
She even went so far as to take selfies, and judging by her character, it
wouldn’t be surprising if she secretly posted them on Instagram.
“Emmanuel, how old is your wife?” Mni suddenly asked.
The man froze momentarily. “Why do you ask? Wait a minute… Are you still
interested in me? How many times must I tell you I’m a pauper? My wife
doesn’t share her money with me, and this car belongs to her,” too. I’m
only driving it for a few days.”
“Quit yapping, will you?” Mni said coldly. “Just answer my question.”
“She’s twenty–seven!”
Upon hearing that, Mni nched. What? Mackenzie intentionally put on a facial mask earlier, so
even though she had a great figure and beautiful
skin, I still pegged her as an olddy. After all, a woman of her status
shouldn’t have any problems maintaining her youthful appearance, so
who’s to say she isn’t already in her forties or fifties? Several celebrities in
their seventies still look like they’re in their early twenties, for goodness‘
sake. A sixty–year–old actress who visited an old folks‘ home was even
mistaken for one of the residents‘ granddaughters!