Chapter 213 - 213: 213: How Could It Be This Kid!

Chapter 213 - 213: 213: How Could It Be This Kid!

Translator: 549690339

At a glance, they noticed the Old Madam holding the hand of a short little fellow.

Because it was just a quick look, they didn’t recognize Morgan Zhekova right away.

Zoe Silverstone looked over with a smile, intending to praise the child, but her smile froze.

How could it be this kid!

How come this kid was with Adrian Zhekova and his elders?

Did the woman from that day also come?

At this point, Zoe still hadn’t connected Cain Velman and Cindy Clarke together.

She glanced unconsciously at the stands.

Could it be that Adrian brought the woman from that day as well?

The Zhekova family’s elders had already taken his hand, could it be that they had acknowledged that woman’s identity?Folloow current novÊls on nov3lb((in).(com)

Zoe’s eyes were flickering as she looked at little Morgan.

Old Madam didn’t like the way Zoe looked at him, so she stepped forward and blocked Morgan from her view.

Only then did she reveal a polite, but cold smile: “Do you know our child?”

Zoe’s expression changed.

What did she mean?

Their child?

Could it really be as she guessed?

Victoria Wheeler felt there was something off about Zoe’s gaze.

But she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

But surely, Zoe must be harboring intentions to seduce her son.

Victoria felt disgusted.

She was so agreeable to Cindy Clarke because she trusted the Old Madam’s judgment.

Did she think she’d be okay with just anyone?

“I don’t know.” Zoe decided to hide the previous incident, as bringing it up would do her no good. “I just thought this little friend looked really cute.”

“Of course.” Adrian puffed up his chest. As if he didn’t know whose child it was.

Zoe: “... l‘

Did Adrian really need to take her casual remark so seriously?

It wasn’t even his child; why was he showing such favor?

Zoe still didn’t know that she had already been disliked by them. She continued to smile and said, “Old Madam, Mrs., Master Adrian, would you like to try it?”

Victoria, without any pretense, covered her nose and frowned with difficulty:

“It looks so greasy! Just smelling it is enough. I don’t want to eat it.”

Old Madam Zhekova silently applauded her daughter-in-law and then said, “The topic was for you to make snacks, but you made an amount to feed a meal.

You’ve gone off-topic!”

Peggy Lewis was quick to react: “I say, did you make it so large hoping that the audience would be full after eating yours and not have an appetite for anyone else’s?”