“I’ve been waiting for you,” She excitedly said and shamelessly took his other hand. "I asked the maid to prepare a special wine. Father has been keeping it for ten freaking years and apparently, the wine is a little over a hundred years old.”
“Oh…” Brian simply hummed, slipping his hands out of hers. He was wearing a cold look that instantly made her back off a bit. Oh, that only lasted for a while. A persistent b***h like herself would need more than a cold treatment.
She continued talking about the so-called wine. She definitely had no idea what her parents were doing behind the scenes or that they had my daughter. This, or she was pretending. She’d be a very awful b***h if the latter was the case.
“Sloane,” I called with a smile, and she paused to look at me. “Oh, you can see me?” I
