The Billionaire Wants My Baby – P. S. He Wants Me Too

ter

o hall, searching for the mo

Alfred's trousers and asked, "Mara

everie and opened his mou

tion. "He has strong arms and smells so nice.

spers and everyone bega

he president of G.I Conglomerate neither got

id sounded serious and she also said something about her mother. Did the president get m

ere going to make millions. Even now, some people had a

laimed wasn't a little matter. And if words got out, t

inside his pocket and brought out a hankie to wipe his swea

Alfred's arms and buri

cowered at the assi

ut. But little Mara held on tight to Al

finally sounded in the room. Ther

vening wasn't turning as he desired,

ing and everyone in his life to boredom

ame her. He received the same treatment from both kids

mediately changed his demeanor. "Little girl," he said softly. "Could you get d

and pouted. "He's not uncle," she an

ts." The assistant chuckled. "How about this? If you g

ad stubbornly. "He's my Daddy. If

or everyone in the room to hear, including those that were secret

Daddy." The litt

he wrong person." The as

He looked from her to his little niece who was standing with the other kids.

her away from her Daddy after finding him at last, she held A

me. Don't let him take me away. I won'

Vanessa was met with wh

what her baby looked like and what she wore again and again, someone finally d

er gaze landed on her daughter who was h

didn't need to be tol

looked at her and exclaim

sa caught h

irection and she wished

tered the room. They looked between Alfred an

ady she claimed to be her mother didn't look close to the kinds of women the preside

ielded by a cap, she looked like a normal

second thoughts. This

nts must be among the guests. But seeing this lady, he changed his demeanor again, disregarding

ed. "Woman! Get your kid this i

e looks of the onlookers, she heeded the angry-l

d over a cupcake on the floor and

and the time seem