<b>Chapter </b><b>677 </b>
Howard looked <b>at </b>Hugh incredulously before turning to Mnie, <b>“</b>Are you… Are you messing with
me?”
<b>It </b>was <b>obvious </b>he did not believe this farce and was even ncing back at the stern–faced Eugene. He <b>had </b><b>already </b>told most people that his daughter was dating and soon marrying the boss of LeapCo.
Now, Mnie was telling him that the child was not Eugene’s but instead, this insignificant guy’s.
Howard asked Mnie <b>incredulously </b><b>again</b>, <b>“</b>Mel<b>, </b>even <b>if </b><b>you </b><b>don’t </b>want to help me out, you wouldn’t y such <b>a </b>joke on me<b>, </b>would you? <b>Is </b>this really necessary<b>? </b><b>You’re </b>ruining your reputation!”
Mnie looked at Howard’s shocked and reluctant expression. She chuckled and wrapped her arm through his. “There’s no reason for me to lie to you. Would I get the father of my child wrong?”
Her tone had rxed slightly, and she nced at Eugene with a serene expression. She added, “Mr. Scott has also been affected during this time. Because of your rumors, he has suffered a lot of grievances alongside me.”
Holding onto Hugh’s arm, it was as if Mnie had found her pir of support. Her demeanor became more lively when she spoke.
Eugene was standing some distance away, and his stern expression showed no signs of relenting. His dark eyes were fixed firmly on Mnie’s hand that was wrapped around Hugh’s.
Hugh was dressed in a street hip–hop style while Mnie wore a light–colored business suit. She gave off apetent and neat appearance. Despite theirpletely different styles, they looked surprisingly good side by side.
Hugh was tall and well–built, not losing to Eugene <b>in </b>stature. Plus, with regr exercise, he naturally exuded a youthful vibe.
Standing beside Mnie<b>, </b>they looked like thedy and the tramp.
As Mnie and Hugh went upstairs, they could see Howard looking utterly devastated. It was as if Mnie had done something terribly wrong to him.
Once inside the empty <b>elevator</b>, Mnie <b>let </b>go of Hugh’s arm. The calm demeanor on her face shattered, and she pinched the bridge of her nose while saying, “I’m sorry.”
Hugh looked at her, his <b>face </b><b>devoid </b>of any embarrassment. He <b>took </b>out his phone and started fiddling
with it.
Sensing Mnie’s gaze<b>, </b>Hugh exined without changing his expression, <b>“</b>I’m reporting my progress to Yvonne. I almost thought <b>this </b>job was going down the drain,”
Mnie pondered for a few seconds. <b>“What </b>job?”
“Yvonne asked me <b>to </b>pretend to be the father <b>of </b><b>your </b>child <b>for </b><b>5,000 </b>a day<b>. </b><b>I </b>was about to head back to
Jepton today since nothing had happened for so long.”
No wonder he had already packed his bags. Mnte still had a question. “When did she tell you this?”
Hugh raised his phone. “Just now,”
Mnie saw the chat history on his phone, and it indeed showed that the conversation just happened. Ivonne clearly stated the 5,000 per day fee. It was quite an eye–catching figure,
After a moment of silence, Mnie then understood why Hugh had circled back earlier, With Hugh as her shield, Mnte felt much more at ease. At least the matter with Howard was resolved. Even Eugene might be held at bay for a while.
She went to the balcony to call Yvonne. She should not be the one to foot the bill for Hugh,
“Hello, sweetheart. What made you call me?” Yvonne’s yful voice came through the phone,
Not wanting to indulge her coquettishness, Mnie sighed and said, “It’s about Hugh’s fee. I’ll give it
to him.”
“What money? Why would you give him money?” Yvonne feigned ignorance.
“Stop pretending. Hugh showed me your chat records. 5,000 a day.”
Even saying it made her want tough<b>, </b>but Yvonne’s approach was pretty solid. At least both parties knew it was purely for money. That could help avoid any unnecessaryplications. It was clean and straightforward.
“Thank you,” Mnie whispered.
Yvonne did not seem to have heard her, however. She was too busy scolding Hugh<b>, </b>calling him a little traitor and a leaky ss bottle that could not hold anything in.
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Mnie shook her head. “When you have time <b>to </be to Oskon<b>, </b>I’ll introduce you to a friend. You two should get along well.<b>” </b>
She was referring to Yvette. Yvonne and her were both quite unconventional people.
“I have no time at all. I’m constantly battling my parents<b>. </b>You have no idea how unreasonable they are. They’re even pressuring me to marry Carlisle,” sheined.
Yvonne did not want to dwell too much on <b>the </b>topic and hung up after just a few sentences.
When Mnie returned to <b>her </b>room, <b>Hugh </b>had <b>already </b><b>left</b>. <b>He </b>had sent her a message saying he had
a discussion.
After settling down, Mnie recalled that she had not told Eugene about Fuller. She <b>hesitated </b>for a moment before calling him.
Eugene answered quickly but only <b>said </b>two words before hanging up. <b>“</b><b>Open </b>up.”
Mnie was <b>stunned </b>for a moment before looking toward <b>the </b>door. She lowered her <b>gaze </b>and sent a message to <b>Hugh </b><b>before </b>going <b>to </b>open the <b>door</b>.
Sure enough, Eugene was outside the door. A strong chill emanated from his <b>body</b>. His <b>deep </b><b>ck </b>eyes seemed even more bottomless. He observed Mnie <b>with </b><b>his </b><b>thin </b><b>lips </b>pressed <b>together </b>tightly, but his suppressed emotions were evident.
Mnie met his gaze. Having not changed out of her clothes<b>, </b>she looked clean and fresh. She <b>exuded </b>an air of openness and generosity. She blocked the door<b>, </b>her voice indifferent as she said, <b>“</b>I’m not letting you in. It’s not good to indulge a child throwing <b>a </b>tantrum<b>.</b>”
Eugene narrowed his eyes slightly.
“I went to visit Mr. Fuller’sb today and found out something<b>. </b>The power outage we experienced in thebst time was his doing,” she informed evenly<b>. </b>
Eugene said <b>nothing</b>, his gaze still fixed on Mnie’s face. His eyes were deep as if trying to ensnare her into the abyss
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice deep but with a bit of hesitation.
“Mrs. Lyney wouldn’t lie to me,” Mnie replied.
Eugene’s tone remained unchanged as he asked, “I meant about the child and that man.”
Standing in the corridor, the warm light above cast <b>a </b>certain loneliness on his shoulders.
Mnie was quiet as she <b>looked </b>at Eugene for a while. She saw her reflection in his deep, dark eyes. Lowering her gaze, she casually responded, “Why would I lie to you?”