The economic disparity between her and Baron Lawrence was too huge. If it really ca down to it, the court would definitely grant him custody of Bobby. Besides, Baron Lawrence held great power and influence; if he found out about Bobby's existence, he wouldn't bother with legal proceedings. He would just snatch Bobby away from her directly!
That man was both an arrogant egomaniac and a sex maniac. She would never let Bobby be with him!
Absolutely not!
Enna clenched her jaw.
"Olivia, rember when you asked why I suddenly went abroad a few years ago?"
"Huh?"
"I was pregnant at that ti and had to leave the country for certain reasons. So now, even if I tell him Bobby is his child, he won't believe ."
Olivia frowned, "What's not to believe? If there's any doubt, just do a paternity test. Bobby is his son, after all. You're not so loose woman. If he's not the father, who is?"
Enna gave a bitter smile, for in Baron Lawrence's eyes, she was that kind of frivolous and casual woman.
"I can let Bobby take a paternity test with him, but even if it's proven he's the father, so what? I don't want Bobby to be a secret, illegitimate child."
At this, Olivia was speechless.
She almost blurted out 'you two could get married, and with that, Bobby's identity would be legitimized,' but recalling what Enna had said, that the man was wealthy and influential, she couldn't help but swallow her words.
If it were any other man, settling down and starting a family would be perfectly normal, but indeed, it would be difficult if it were soone rich and powerful.
"Is the man really so wealthy that he can take the child directly without going through legal procedures?" Olivia couldn't help but ask.
"Let put it this way; he's rich enough to manipulate the law." Enna said sowhat helplessly.
After all, this man was just too wealthy and had an extraordinary background.
If he didn't want to follow legal procedures and face moral condemnation, no one could stop him.
"...That incredible?" Olivia was dumbstruck, unable to find her words for a while.
"Hey, Olivia, what did you want from ?" Enna asked.
"I didn't know how to tell you but..."
"What is it?"
"The video you shot last night was posted on the internet."
Video?
Enna was montarily confused. "What video?"
"What do you an, 'what video'?!"
"..."
Olivia hesitated before saying,
"Enna, are you not awake yet, or are you playing dumb with ? It's the video of you and your boy toy at the bar last night! That video was posted on the internet! So I'm asking who you ran into yesterday."
Baron Lawrence had posted the joke video she'd taken online?
Why would he do that?
Was it to get back at her?
On the other end of the phone, Olivia was still questioning her, "Anyway, Enna, you spent a night with him. He shouldn't go this far! Where is he? I'll help you get even with him!"
"No... that's not necessary." Enna was so overwheld she didn't want to explain the complicated reasons to her. She hurriedly said, "Olivia, I've got to go. I'll talk to you more later."
"Hey! Enna, it's not that I..."
"That's it. Gotta go."
Enna hung up the call and threw her phone onto the bedside table, checking the ti.
It was already 4:30 in the morning.
The crew required everyone to be on ti for work at 8 a.m., and she, as a small extra, absolutely could not be late!
Damn it, forget it!
He'd already kicked her out by the side of the road. He probably didn't want to see her again, right?
Well, screw him!
Right now, all that mattered was to get so sleep. The body was the foundation of the revolution! Whatever cos, cos!
Enna lifted the blanket without even bothering to wash up and crawled into bed. In no ti, she'd fallen into a deep slumber.
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