Semua Bab Entangled With My Baby's Billionaire Father: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Michael’s POVI had just returned from an early morning sightseeing and was trying to settle down in my office when the door swung open. Without even looking up, I already knew who it was, the heavy steps, the overconfident air,it could only be Fred George because he informed me earlier that he was going to come around.“Michael Mahone,” Fred’s deep voice boomed, his grin widened as he walked in. I set down my pen, leaning back in my chair. “Fred,” I said flatly. “Good to see you again” Fred George was a long-time business partner and one of the most influential men in the state. He was powerful, wealthy, and insufferably nosy. Fred adjusted his tie, settling back into the chair opposite my desk.“So,” Fred began, crossing one leg over the other, “I’ve been working on something big, and I think it’s the perfect opportunity for us to collaborate.” I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepled. “I’m listening.” Fred smirked. “I’ve been negotiating with Harstone Industries. Th

Cindy’s POV I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the Gold necklace around my neck. It complimented my light gray silk blouse and tailored trousers perfectly, a sophisticated yet approachable look, exactly what Mrs. Mahone appreciated. Today was important, not just for me, but for my family. My mother, Mrs. Berlick, was accompanying me to visit Michael’s mother, and I needed everything to go flawlessly. “Cindy, have you picked up the wine yet?” my mother’s voice carried down the hallway, sharp and commanding. I grabbed my bag and joined her in the living room. She looked as elegant as ever in a navy dress.“No, Mother,” I replied. “I was about to head to the wine store now.” “Good,” she said, smoothing her gloves. “Make sure it’s from Viña El Cielo. Three bottles, at least. Anything less wouldn’t be appropriate for Mrs. Mahone.” “Of course,” I said, already making a mental note. “And don’t forget,” she added, her tone dropping slightly, “this visit is about solidifying

Sophia’s POVThe morning started like any other day . I decided to distract myself with chores, starting with organizing the paperwork cluttering my dining table. Bills, notes, and work documents were strewn everywhere, and I carefully stacked them into neat piles. That’s when I saw the balance statement from Cindy’s debt company. I froze, my eyes fixating on the bold print: *$248,000.* It mocked me, a constant reminder of my entrapment. Cindy’s manipulation had turned my already dire situation into a waking nightmare. No matter how much I paid, the balance never seemed to shrink. With a deep breath, I shoved the paper to the bottom of the pile. There was no use dwelling on it now. A knock on the door startled me. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and for a brief moment, my mind flashed to the black roses and the shadowy figure from the grocery store. Cautiously, I approached the door. “Who is it?” “It’s Crystal.” Relief flooded through me as I opened the door. Crystal stood th

Sophia’s POVAs I prepared for the day. A text notification popped up on my phone just as I finished dressing. It was from Charles. Charles: "Hey Sophia, looking forward to catching up! The café’s called Roastery Bliss on Easton Avenue. See you at noon."I stared at the message, a wave of warmness spread through me. It felt surreal to reconnect with someone who knew me before life became so... complicated. I glanced at the clock. It was only 10 a.m., but I had taken the morning off to ensure I’d be on time. It wasn’t like me to prioritize anything over work, but Charles is just someone who I would like to speak to over and over again forever if I have to.The café was a quaint, cozy spot nestled in the heart of Easton Avenue. Its glass walls reflected the bustling street outside, while the inside exuded calm a mix of warm wooden furniture, hanging plants, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I spotted Charles immediately. He was seated by a window, his tall frame slightl

Sophia’s POVThe tension in the meeting room was observable, the kind that made every sound, every flip of a paper, every click of a pen feel amplified. I sat stiffly in my chair, keeping my focus entirely on the French client seated across from Mr mahone. Their discussion was centered on social media improvement and management, with the client keen on investing heavily in Mahone Industries to boost productivity and outreach. The client, a middle-aged man named Alain Bernard, spoke rapidly in French, outlining his company’s vision. He used big, sweeping hand gestures to emphasize his points, and I worked tirelessly to translate each word. My voice was calm despite Michael’s harsh attitude towards me. When I first started learning French, I never imagined it would lead to moments like this sitting in a high-profile meeting, seamlessly bridging the language gap for someone like Michael Mahone. And, I didn’t attend any prestigious school of languages or take fancy classes abroad. My