CHAPTER 12

Cynthia had waited for more than an hour. Angela was late. She had even asked her assistant to deal with Cynthia first. She knew that Angela was deliberately tardy. But now, Cynthia was not in the mood to wait on her.

She was mulling over the words Tania had just said. “Gabriel said that your son is his son.” Darn it. Where did this man spring up from trying to rob her of her son?

Because the Leonards Group was not far from the Gabriel's Corporation, she arrived there in just twenty minutes. Handing over some cash to the driver, she hurried out of the cab without waiting for her change.

She hastened to the entrance of the high-rise building and raised her head up to look at the towering skyscraper. Without thinking twice, she rushed in.

She entered the lobby and immediately approached the front desk. Face taut with anger, she said to the receptionist, “I’m Cynthia and I’m looking for Gabriel.”

This sentence caused all eight of the receptionists to swivel round to stare at her.

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