It was Jim. He stood between James Ferguson and the exit, an immovable barrier."This is a matter between us, we will discuss it when we get back home, get out of the way," James Ferguson’s voice was a low, dangerous growl.Jim, however, remained unfazed, his expression calm and collected."Since Mr. Ferguson wants to discuss it, why not ask Mrs. Ferguson what she thinks now? Why not give her a chance to speak?"The air crackled with tension, a silent battle of wills. I seized the opportunity, biting down on James Ferguson’s hand and pushing him away."I want to join the show!" I declared, my voice trembling but firm.James Ferguson’s expression softened, but his eyes held a steely resolve."You are pregnant, don't be willful." He reached for me, his voice gentle, almost pleading. "If you want to model or design, you can do that occasionally at home. But before you join the fashion modelling agency again, you should wait until Little One is born, okay?"I stepped back, shaking my head
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