Cute Baby Cool Mom

Cute Baby Cool Mom

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"Jenny Lane is an excellent lawyer with professional knowledge and charming personality. In the public, she is gutsy, intelligent and eloquent. But in face of Sean, who is her never-seen-before fiance, all her talents of toughness and debate suddenly fade away. It's not because she's into him or something but for his lovely son, who insists to call her 'mommy'. Hard to refuse the cute boy, Jenny promises to accompany him and get along well with Sean. Unexpectedly, her promise is mistaken by Sean as a proposal to get married. Happily and satisfactorily, Sean held a press conference to announce their plan of marriage, which surprised all attenders there because none of them thought they would get married so quickly! Afterwards, Jenny is not only an outstanding lawyer, but also a cool mother of the cute boy and gentle wife of Sean."

Chapter 1 Comeback

"Intentional homicide, burning corpse, death penalty!"

In a taxi, an elegant young woman stared at the newspaper in her hand and read through the lines, her body trembling involuntarily.

No wonder dad's last phone call was so strange. No wonder she couldn't reach him recently.

But... homicide? How was it possible!

Her dad was a well-known entrepreneur in the Capital City. As the founder of Bliss Group, he enjoyed high prestige!

Jenny Lane folded the newspaper and took a few deep breath.

In any case, she didn't believe her father would do such a thing as murder!

The taxi pulled off at Lane's villa.

Grabbing her trunk, she hurried off the car, anxious to inquire if this was just a mistake!

She was stopped at the gate.

"Miss! This is a private residence. You cannot break in!" While warning her, a servant pushed her out.

Her eyebrows furrowed, "I'm Jenny."

"... Jenny? Don't know! Go, go now!"

"I'm the lady of the Lane Family, and this is my home!" Jenny suppressed her anger and explained again.

"Yo." A cold female voice came from the living room, "Jenny, now you come back. I thought you died outside!"

Jenny glanced at a woman who raised her head behind the sofa.

It was her stepmother, Hedy Smith.

Now she was sitting cozily on the sofa with a facial mask. A few fashion magazines lay on her knees, and a few plates of fruit spread on a tea table in front of her.

The woman had never talked to her like this before!

"What do you mean?" Jenny narrowed her eyes.

"Don't give me that." Hedy picked up a piece of fruit with a toothpick, "I thought you would come back and collect your father's dead body."

Jenny's heart sank to the bottom!

She froze there like a statue.

After quite a while, she finally came to her senses. Clenching her fists, she pushed the servant out of the way, "Hedy, my dad has never mistreated you! What do you mean by that?"

From the commanding position, she looked at Hedy with red eyes.

All these years, Hedy hated her loftiness the most. The girl was overbearing all the time!

She changed countenance for a moment and seemingly remembered something before treading on air again, "Homicide and burning the body. Your father is a murderer. It's good that he is caught! Besides, his doing has nothing to do with me!"

Heh!

Jenny sneered, "Even a dog knows to protect its owner. Some people are worse than beasts. Hedy, what on earth is going on with my dad?"

Hedy blushed and then threw over a file after quite a while.

Jenny skimmed it through.

Three months ago, someone anonymously reported his father for murder. The victim was a shareholder of the Bliss Group, and irrefutable evidence was attached in that anonymous letter.

She tottered slightly.

Noticing her response, Hedy slowly took the mask off her face, "Jenny, you come back at the right time. I have something to tell you. I know you look down on me for my origins, but I am the lawful wife of your father. So, Tracy and I deserve our share of the heritage. You cannot covet it and act against your conscience!"

With her dad just sentenced and still alive, she started to fight for the heritage!

Jenny arched her eyebrow, "Is that so? According to Item 3, Article 16 of the Inheritance Law, citizens can make wills to dispose of their personal property. Since my dad is still alive, he can make a will and leave you no money. So, stop your ugly face before you arouse Divine Wrath!"

Frustrated by her statement, Hedy soon smiled disapprovingly, "Jenny, don't be naïve and stop being a nerd. Your father has been in custody for a couple of months. Do you think he carries the bank card with him?"

Jenny sneered.

The smile sent a shiver down Hedy's spine.

The next second, Jenny leaned over and looked closely at the well-preserved woman on the sofa, "Mrs. Smith, another heads-up to supplement your poor legal knowledge. According to provisions of the Marriage Law, one party disposes of joint property without the other party's consent is an invalid civil act."

"Besides, my dad is still alive. Before the enforcement of the law, he still enjoys full civil rights. He can prosecute and divorce you. Firstly, you have no share of his pre-marital property; secondly, during the divorce, if one party hides, transfers, sells off, destroys the joint property, or forges debts, the property may not be divided."

Out of fear or without grounds to resort, Hedy kept changing countenance.

Just then, there came a fit of claps from behind, "Well said, Jenny, you are quite a lawyer and have the gift of the gab."

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Cute Baby Cool Mom
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Chapter 1 Comeback

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Chapter 2 You Are Not Worthy

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Chapter 3 Fiancé's Son

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Chapter 4 Interview Mommy

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Chapter 5 Mommy, Don't Abandon Me

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Chapter 6 Don't Bully My Mommy

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Chapter 7 Harbor of Home

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Chapter 8 Madam's Order Is My Order

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Chapter 9 I Can Give You a Spoiler

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Chapter 10 Obnoxious Child Bring Bitterness to His Mother

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Chapter 11 I Took It Seriously

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Chapter 12 Lovely and Peaceful

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Chapter 13 You Can't Expect Those Who in Love with Common Sense

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Chapter 14 Why Are You in My Room

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Chapter 15 It Is Not What You Imagine

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Chapter 16 Everyone Will Die

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Chapter 17 Did You Say You Were Like A Pillar

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Chapter 18 Give You Some Compensation

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Chapter 19 Be Pregnant First and Then Get Married.

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Chapter 20 Oath of the Outlaw

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Chapter 21 Borrow an Affair.

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Chapter 22 I Get All those Things by My Own Efforts

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Chapter 23 Share fraud

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Chapter 24 I believe in you

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Chapter 25 We have a family to support

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Chapter 26 As a greeting gift

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Chapter 27 Have birthday every month

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Chapter 28 Got his trust as a reward

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Chapter 29 Waiting for her to be embarrassed

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Chapter 30 The cold-blooded she-devil

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Chapter 31 New Officials in Office

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Chapter 32 You're going back on your word.

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Chapter 33 The Dirty Trade

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Chapter 34 The feet didn't twist in vain.

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Chapter 35 Auntie will make your decision.

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Chapter 36 Seeing the Real Thing

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Chapter 37 A Feast Set up as A Trap for The Invited

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Chapter 38 Prom Queen

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Chapter 39 A place where one is apt to get into trouble

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Chapter 40 It's not the first time.

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