Fallen For My Future Mother In Law

is rare moments of sobriety and kindness, explaining that my name, Azalea, was chosen because it represented a perennial plant that would never lose its youthful vibrancy. But deep down, I always

le once again, letting out a heavy sigh. "But it is okay, as his dream is with us, and I thank everyone from the depths of my heart who helped me achieve this dream." The tears in her eyes shined, and despite that, she smiled."I think I have said too much. If anyone has questions to ask, you can feel free," Azalea said, referring to the reporters who were on their toes to get the chance. As soon as they saw the opportunity, they started to shoot questions at her."Excuse me, when will Mr. Reza's daughter be joining the company, or will you continue running the company on your own?" an elderly reporter asked the question in a strange manner that made Azalea tilt her head and feel uncomfortable. The security team suddenly glanced at her for instruction, but after a short break, she slowly smiled."I apologize for taking a moment to respond. You mentioned Mr. Reza's daughter, so I thought you were referring to someone else and not my daughter Sinclair," she gave him a serious, hostile look, making it clear not to mess with her. "Yes, Sinclair will take over the company as soon as she graduates, and I will step down from my position. I hope that answers your question," she said softly but with a hint of warning in her tone."Any more questions?" she added."Me!" an enthusiastic voice came from the crowd of reporters. It was a young girl with lush green eyes and a small, cute face. She seemed to have the most important question of all time."Yes, what might that be?" Azalea asked."How – I mean, what is your skincare routine? Our viewers are desperate to know the secret of your beauty," she blurted out nervously. Her words caused the crowd to fall into a distinct silence, and then everyone turned to look at Azalea as if meaning to find the answers, and that made her nervous."Um... I –" she looked at Ray for help, but he too seemed shocked by the question. Azalea found herself helplessly staring at the crowd and then spoke, "I will send you the details personally." She chewed on the side of her cheeks awkwardly and then added, "Please leave your details with my assistant here. I hope that is all." She lowered her microphone and let out a painful moan. Sweat had formed on her forehead, and she gave the crowd a forced smile. "Please enjoy yourselves as I have some matters to attend to. Thank you." Azalea gave one dry laugh and stepped down from the stage before heading out of the doors. Her guards followed her closely to stop any sneaky reporters from following her. Ray took over once again and gave a few last words before the party officially began, and then he too disappeared behind the doors.Azalea's face had turned a few shades paler as she reached for her back and started kneading it. She took off her heels one after another as she walked and left them in the way not bothering about them in such time, her breathing heavy and labored. The sudden rush of panic and anxiety had left her feeling breathless, and she struggled to steady herself. "Did you get my bag from the car?" she asked, her voice trembling and breathy.The guard who was following her closely responded in a calm tone, "Yes, it'