"Collaboration? How do we collaborate?"
"It’s simple. I won’t fight for your position, and you’ll acknowledge my presence. We help each other, how about that?" Miranda Lewis spoke without a hint of sha, as if her proposal was the pinnacle of fairness. "Enna, after all, we are cousins. I won’t be like an outsider trying to take your place. By collaborating, you can trust . Anyway, a man like President Lawrence will eventually have won outside. Instead of letting them pine for the Lawrence Corporation’s assets, why not let help you? Rember the old days, wasn’t it like that?"
She lowered her head, subtly touching her belly to remind Enna Clark of the child inside that was supposedly Baron’s, then looked up with confident assurance and said, "You’ve seen the proof of my pregnancy. What I’m proposing is the best solution for you."
Enna Clark picked up the Doctor’s Certificate from the table, waving it in front of her. "You an this paper?"
"Yes, it’s the proof of my pregnancy check-up!"
Enna Clark scoffed at her as if watching a foolish clown, her eyes full of sarcasm. "Forging a proof like this is simple, Miranda. Why should I believe you?"
After speaking, she glanced at the flat stomach of the person on the sofa.
Miranda’s face flushed bright red, holding her breath as she whispered, "What do you an?"
"I an nothing; I’m just telling the truth. Forging a certificate like this takes no effort. You present just this and expect to share Baron with you equally, Miranda? How old are you now, still playing teenage tricks?"
Once, as an 18-year-old seeing these things, she might have been flustered and led by the nose. But now, she wasn’t that naive.
"Not only do you bring out a certificate that proves nothing, even if you present a doctor claiming the truth, I’ll still have good reason to suspect you’ve bribed that doctor to lie."
Miranda gritted her teeth, glaring, "Don’t forget, I have photos!"
Enna Clark picked up the prepared photos, looking at them one by one, before tossing them at her feet one by one. "You think I can’t tell these are photoshopped?"
Baron Lawrence can’t sleep well in unfamiliar environnts!
The man in these photos was sleeping soundly, not even stirred by Miranda’s various poses—a far cry from Baron’s usual deanor!
So from first glance, she knew the photos were rely computer-fabricated "fake photos."
"Baron already told about your situation yesterday, Miranda. I should thank you. If not for this elaborate act, I wouldn’t be so sure you never got close to him at all."
If Miranda really had an ambiguous relationship with Baron, she wouldn’t have missed such a lifestyle detail.
Miranda knew nothing and made such a big mistake in these fake photos, only making her more confident in Baron’s words—that he never allowed Miranda close to him at all!
Enna Clark suddenly felt like laughing.
Miranda had ticulously dressed in an evening gown in the room, even brewing coffee, desperately trying to prove her special relationship with Baron.
And yet, she completely exposed herself at the most crucial point. All this ti spent with Baron, she hadn’t gotten close to him at all...
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