Shirley Thorne truly hadn't intended to show off her baby—after all, she wasn't actually pregnant. But…
Who could blame her when Phoebe Ainsworth was just asking for it?
She just had to push all the wrong buttons.
In that case, Shirley had no choice but to "kindly" help her snap out of her delusion.
"Haha, perhaps Miss Thorne should see a specialist. We women need to be mindful of our health in that regard."
Phoebe Ainsworth forced a laugh, secretly shooting a venomous glare at Shirley Thorne's stomach. She was thoroughly irritated.
'Is she trying to make this pregnancy public?'
'Hmph, how naive!'
'I will never allow it!'
'Just you wait. Once Meredith Rowan and I put our plan into action, this 'baby' and her title as the 'richest man's wife' will all be a thing of the past.'
"You're too kind, Miss Thorne. You didn't have to bring a gift. What is it?"
