All Chapters of Pregnant For My Best Friend's Formidable Father : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

All eyes turned back towards the entryway, and it was the Zacklid Group manager. He was walking majestically towards the table as if he had been informed about Emily. He was a middle-aged man with a sharp nose and a suit that cost more than a year of people's salary. His presence was cold, and the crowd moved out of his way as if he were royalty. "The manager is here. You are done for, Emily." Tricia smiled and leaned into Desmond. Her eyes glowed with malicious delight as she watched the manager approach, then turned back at Emily. "You will regret ever showing up here." "Yeah, let's see how she is going to get out of this mess." Desmond added and crossed his arms over his chest, then twisted his face into a smug grin. He was finally going to see Emily get what she deserved. "What is happening here! Who is causing trouble?" The manager asked. He stopped at the edge of the gold-covered table as his eyes scanned the tense circle of people. He looked annoyed that his prestigious e

As he walked with an unmatched aura, everyone trembled in confusion. The whole hall became nearly silent. The only sound loud enough was the rhythmic, heavy click of his polished shoes against the marble floor. Guests began to murmur to themselves in low and frantic voices. "Is he talking about her?" The question rippled through the crowd like a shockwave. People who had just been laughing at Emily now looked on with wide, fearful eyes. "He just said his partner. Does it really mean she was telling the truth?" The manager thought. His throat felt dry, and he could feel a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. "This can't be. It's not possible. I know his fiancee. He must have been misinformed." He tried to convince himself, but the way Mr. Vincent’s eyes were locked onto the girl in the red dress as he was walking closer told a much different story. "Mr. Vincent is here. You won't escape anymore. He's going to deal with you." Tricia said to Emily, leaning in close with a

Mr. Vincent's eyes followed Emily's eyes, and when his eyes landed on Desmond and Tricia, they looked away. The heat in his gaze was palpable, like a silent threat that made the air around them feel heavy and thin. Desmond tried to puff out his chest to maintain some shred of dignity, while Tricia shrunk back. That was when she started finding the pattern on her gold dress very interesting.​"What did they do to you? Did they touch you?" He asked. His voice was a low rumble, the kind of sound a predator makes before it strikes. He kept his hand firmly on Emily's waist, pulling her closer as if to shield her from their very presence.​"No, but they abused me. They insulted and called me names." Emily replied, leaning her head against his shoulder. ​"You two insulted my partner?" Mr. Vincent turned his full attention toward them. ​"Your partner. That's my girlfriend. Not just my girlfriend, but my fiancée." Desmond said, trying to sound bold. He looked around the hall, hoping to find

Mr. Vincent smiled and shook his head without saying anything. As the event progressed, the soft sound of a violin kicked in, signaling the start of the formal dance. The floor was cleared, and couples began to move toward the center of the room under the dim, romantic lighting. He gave her a hand, and she got up to dance with him. As he placed his hand on her back and led her to the floor, she felt a rush of adrenaline. They got to the dancing floor and began to dance. To her, she was dancing with her man. But for Mr. Vincent, he was dancing with his daughter's best friend. Sandra and her boyfriend were already dancing at the other side. Emily leaned in closer, trying to make the dance more romantic, resting her head against his chest and moving her body in rhythm with his. She wanted him to hold her tighter, to whisper something personal in her ear, but he kept a respectful distance between them. Even though he held her hand firmly, there was a barrier he wouldn't cross. Sh

"She's not my house help. She's actually Sandra's best friend." Mr. Vincent said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. "Sandra's best friend?" Kelly asked, her eyes narrowing as she searched his face for any sign of a lie. "But I was told she followed you home. I'm sure she's somewhere in this house right now." She said, and Mr. Vincent wondered how she knew. He felt a cold sweat prickle his skin, realizing that people at the gala must have been gossiping and reporting back to her. Only if she knew that Emily was right there with them in the room."Yes, she's in the house. Actually, she came for the Christmas holidays," Mr. Vincent answered. "Ohh! I can see. So the rumors are true. You are cheating on me. Because I was not around, you brought her into your house." Kelly said, looking him in the eyes."No, Sandra invited her. She wanted to spend the Christmas holidays with her," Mr. Vincent defended. "She invited her, and you let h