Filed to story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
Standing there with the cup in her hand, Queenie was taken aback by her words. She had been mistreated by Bonnie on so many occasions that she could not determine whether or not Bonnie was honest with her. It didn’t matter how Bonnie approached her because she always felt like Bonnie was setting up some elaborate conspiracy trap.
As Queenie brushed past her, she remarked, “If you have nothing to do, you should get to bed early!”
Then, she ascended the stairs, leaving Bonnie staring with an expression that shifted from regret to resentment. Earlier, while in her room, Bonnie had racked her brain for a way to make amends with her sister and avoid any future confrontations. She tried to engage Queenie in polite conversation, but Queenie’s apathy led her to abandon the idea.
After a moment’s reflection, she realized that she could use her identity as Bonnie Silverstein to do whatever she pleased. Anyway, only Lisbeth knew the truth about her identity.
Early in the morning at Manson Residence, Brenda couldn’t help but be shocked when she received a message from a friend informing her that her son had beaten someone. How could her son have assaulted someone? She realized it had been several days since their last conversation because she avoided calling him out of respect for his work. At this very moment, she did not hesitate before grabbing her phone and tapping her son’s number.
“Hi, Mom.” A groggy voice sounded.
“Nigel, why did you beat someone up last night?” Brenda asked anxiously.
“Oh, nothing. I just didn’t like him. Why? Did he come to our house?” Nigel asked his mother.
“We’re not sure if he’ll come to our house, but you shouldn’t have beaten up someone last night. Stay away from him, even if you don’t like him. Why did you have to hit him?” Brenda lightly reprimanded him.
“Mom, I’ll explain why I was beating him later. Tell him to look for me if he comes to our home.” Nigel whimpered slightly. “I’m so tired and need to get some extra shut-eye.”
Brenda let out a sigh as she hung up the phone. My son has been experiencing a lot of stress lately due to his work, so I should give him some space.
Suddenly, her phone rang again, and after glancing briefly at the display, she answered the call with a gleeful expression. “Hey, Jovane!”
“Brenda! I was able to ask the girl whose information you requested. She is currently single and has no boyfriend. Maybe you could set up a blind date for Nigel so they can get to know each other.”
“Wonderful! I’m quite pleased with this girl, and I’ve noticed she has a pleasant personality since meeting her at the jewelry exhibition last time and having a little chat with her.”
“Exactly! She comes from three generations of scholars, is beautiful in the classical sense, and has a stellar personality. There is utterly zero ground for any criticism.”
“Whenever I set Nigel up on blind dates, he reacts as though I’m pleading for his life. I’m worried he’ll turn me down.”
“Oh, Brenda! Simply invite him to join you for dinner, but don’t tell him that this is a blind date. Maybe he’ll reconsider once he sees the girl at the table!”
Brenda’s eyes brightened when she realized that her friend had a fantastic idea, and she knew she ought to give it a shot, so she responded, “Okay. Let’s do that. This Friday, we’ll all go out for dinner together, and you can ask that girl out while I ask my son out.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“It’s decided, then.” Brenda’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she ended the call. It would be wonderful if her son would get married this year so that she could have grandchildren in the coming year.
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While having breakfast at the Silverstein Residence with his two daughters, Brandon’s gaze briefly strayed in their direction. He turned to Queenie and asked, “Queenie, are you available at noon? Come join me at a meeting.”
“What sort of meeting, Dad?”
“I’d like you to come along and sit in on a company meeting,” he replied.
When Bonnie heard his words, she complained, “Why can’t I come, Dad?”
“Bonnie, stay at home with your mother and listen to me,” he persuaded.
“What’s the reason that Queenie gets to go and I don’t?” A growing sense of resentment caused Bonnie to slam her spoon on the table.
“Bonnie, your dad is getting older and is hoping to find someone to manage the company’s affairs on his behalf. Queenie attended business school, so she is more qualified than you to join the company and oversee operations,” Maggie consoled her.
Bonnie’s frustration was amplified by that remark. Does this imply that my father intends to hand over the company to her rather than me?
“Dad, I may not have the same credentials as Queenie, but I can run the business just as well, so please let me come along,” she insisted.
Maggie and Brandon exchanged glances before she said, “Alright! You can join them!”
Bonnie finally picked up her cutlery and resumed her meal with contentment, but she soon discovered that her appetite was gone, even though the meal was delectable. It turned out that her parents had decided long ago to hand over the business to Queenie. Were they prejudiced against her because of her lack of education?
“Okay, we’ll leave after breakfast.”
At the Silverstein Family company headquarters, a summary meeting was taking place to conduct a semi-annual stocktaking. Since both Bonnie and Queenie came to the meeting merely as observers, they were given seats at the end. After taking a seat, Bonnie saw that Queenie was perusing the report on their performance that had been sent in.
After picking up the report, Bonnie flipped through a few pages and was astounded to see that, aside from the handful of words written in the local language at the introduction, the rest of the report was written in a foreign language. She had no idea what the numbers on the pages meant, but it was like reading a Bible verse.
Frustrated, she looked furtively at Queenie, who was reading the pages intently as if she understood them. It brought out an intense feeling of jealousy and anxiety in Bonnie’s heart. If Queenie was as good as she claimed to be, how could she beat Queenie for the company’s management position?
“Queenie, do you understand the number in this report?” Bonnie asked in a hushed tone.
Queenie shifted her gaze to her. “Don’t you understand?”
“O-Of course, I can.” Immediately, Bonnie pretended to be confident.
Instead of trying to blow Bonnie’s cover, Queenie started paying attention in the summary meeting and taking note of which sectors were profitable and which were not as well as methods to strike a good balance between income and expenses.
On the other hand, Bonnie was remarkably uninterested, and she couldn’t make heads or tails of what was being discussed by the managers or the material on the presentation decks.
The meeting lasted more than two hours, and when it concluded, Bonnie was about to leave when Brandon called the two sisters into his office. When Bonnie saw him sitting on the couch and looking as authoritative as the head of a major corporation, her heart raced.
She was taken aback by how distant and unapproachable her father appeared, especially considering how friendly he seemed around the house.
“Queenie, Bonnie, I’m interested in hearing your thoughts and opinions regarding this meeting.”
Bonnie wisely suggested, “Queenie, let’s start with you!”
After giving the topic some thought, Queenie offered her thoughts on personnel transfers and financial gains.
Bonnie sat next to Queenie and listened with a blank expression on her face. When she noticed Brandon looking in her direction, she muttered, “I-I agree with Queenie.”
He was no fool and agreed with his eldest daughter’s perspective. However, when he saw how distressed and pretentious his younger daughter appeared, he felt sorry for her. It was their fault that she was never given a chance to learn how to run a business as her sister had done.
“Alright. You can head home now!” Brandon stood up from his seat, but he suddenly felt lightheaded, so he plopped back down again.
“Dad! Dad… What’s wrong?” Queenie hurriedly rushed to his aid and Bonnie followed suit, coming as quickly as possible to offer her support.
