The Billionaire's Baby Nanny
She was not one for small talk, especially with someone as rotten-hearted as Mery—no matter what family she came from, character was what defined a person.
“Mr. Hermawan, Mr. Nathan, I’m so glad you could make it,” Mery said again.
Hermawan nodded lightly. “Where’s Mr. Marwan?” He looked around the room, unable to spot his old friend.
“He’s not feeling well, so he’s resting in the bedroom,” Mery answered with an expression of concern that only lasted a second before turning into her wide smile again. “Come, Jeng, let’s go to the stage and take pictures!”