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    Gabri, alerted by themotion, swiveled her tiny head toward them. “Fault!” she echoed in her babyish voice, which instantly dissolved Eileen’s anger.


    As the car came to a stop, Raymond was itching to bolt as soon as he stepped out. But Bryanmanded coldly, “Get back here!”


    “Yes, sir!” Raymond turned around, noticing that neither Eileen nor Bryan appeared particrly ruffled, and sheepishly returned. Trailing behind, Raymond apanied Eileen and Bryan into the elevator and up to the banquet hall.


    At the entrance, staff members were diligently checking invitations.


    Bryan, known by all, strolled ahead without hesitation. He didn’t need an invitation. However, as Eileen tried to enter with Gabri in her arms, she was stopped.


    “I’m sorry, ma’am, but children aren’t allowed inside the banquet,” the staff member said.


    Bryan, who had already taken several steps forward, returned to the entrance, running his fingers sharply along the table.


    “She’s my daughter,” Bryan said.


    “Apologies, Mr. Dawson, but those are the rules of the event,” the staff member replied.


    Rules? For Bryan, rules didn’t matter.


    It suddenly dawned on Eileen—this was Conroy’s subtle way of keeping her out.


    “Go and ask Mr. Finch toe here,” Bryan ordered coolly, pulling a chair out and gesturing for Eileen to sit down with Gabri.


    Eileen sat down, cradling Gabri. The staff, hesitant and nervous, responded, “Mr. Finch is exceptionally busy today, sir. He said he does not want to be disturbed unless necessary. Please, Mr. Dawson, don’t make things difficult for us. We have a delightful children’s area in the hotel. Perhaps your daughter could y there while you attend the event? If she gets tired, we’ll arrange a room for her to—”


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    Bryan’s expression darkened, his voice dropping to a cold pitch. “And since you’re being so considerate, will you be arranging a mother and father for her, too?”


    Bryan knew Conroy was doing this deliberately, which infuriated him.


    The staff member, visibly shaken, was rendered speechless.


    At that moment, Jessica noticed the standoff at the entrance. She hesitated briefly before approaching Bryan. “Mr. Dawson, is there a problem here?”


    Raymond, eager to prevent Bryan from losing his temper, quickly exined, “Miss Marshall, the banquet staff here are refusing entry to Miss Dawson.” Jessica blinked in surprise, her gaze shifting to Eileen and the baby in her arms. Not allowing Eileen in would unravel the entire n she and Tami had devised.


    “How could you be so thoughtless?” Jessica immediately chastised the staff. “This is Mr. Dawson we’re talking about! His daughter has already lost her mother—she can’t leave her father’s side. If you deny the child entry, can you take responsibility if something happens to her?”


    Raymond, who had been savoring the staff’s reprimand, was suddenly shocked by Jessica’s im that Gabri “had lost her mother.” He turned around and covered his mouth, coughing until his face turned a deep red.


    Meanwhile, Eileen lowered her head, releasing a quiet sigh. One of the staff members wanted to say something but was swiftly nudged by his colleague. Forcing a smile, he said, “Our deepest apologies, Miss Marshall. It was our mistake. We’re sorry, Mr. Dawson. Please, you can enter now.”


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