Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

At Sarah’s words, Georgia remembered her mother’s warning, and grew worried.

“Why do you say so? Is there anything strange about Emilia’s mother?”

As Georgia said that, Sarah seemed to recall something.

She thought about it in silence for a while, then turned to Georgia and Robert.

“How should I describe it? The Margie Snow you see is an understanding, elegant lady of a noble family. But that’s not the Margie Snow I saw. It goes back to a year before, when I returned to the Duran family and my father began grooming me as his successor. He took me to a lot of shady places to get to know people. Some of them were well dressed, and would talk business in the highest-end places. Others would talk business in messy bars and sex shops, over alcohol. Those were the darker, underground forces. But that’s how the world works. You can’t stay uninvolved with these people. You’d even have to maintain good relations with them. There might be times you’ll need them. So I got to know some people.

“One of those times, I went to a well-known nightclub to talk business with someone else. There were a lot of girls and boys there. To people with power and status, finding a type they liked should have been easy. The service there was well-rounded and secrecy was high, so it wasn’t particularly messy.”

Sarah said that much, then turned to Georgia and smiled grimly.

“That’s where I met Margie. Of course, a rich noblewoman looking for a young slab of fresh meat isn’t anything out of the ordinary. I’ve heard that Margie’s relationship with her husband isn’t so good. Maybe they just have their own fun out in the open. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t have been cause for me to suspect her, but then I saw something else.”

“What would that be?”

Georgia was invested now.

noblewomen she knew. When I met her, she and those ladies had entered a compartment. When I was done with business and leaving, I saw Emilia come out from

a nearby wineglass and smashed it on her head. Emilia started bleeding from the back of the skull right away and almost fainted. The clubhouse had good security, of course, but before the bouncers or bodyguards got there, I saw Emilia’s mother come out. She saw her own daughter messed with by a man and even injured, but her face registered no expression. She just got in an elevator to the penthouse room with several

bring a bouncer over and toss the troublemaker out. Then they paid reparations to Emilia and apologized, personally escorting her downstairs, probably taking her to the hospital to treat her injury. All throughout, I didn’t see Margie ever speak to her daughter. She just seemed to coldly bring the man she’d taken a shine to up to a room

was stunned. She didn’t doubt what Sarah said. There was no

that was just such a difference between the Margie in

you come across

have much to do with each other. I only knew her because I memorized all the rich and powerful families and their

fell silent, feeling a bit at a loss as to what to do with this

family business, sure, but if the relationship between this mother and daughter was only one of cold indifference, why

acting and she didn’t care whether Emilia lived or died. That was fine so long as she didn’t hurt her daughter. After

their children and just abandoned them in orphanages, or set them somewhere where they didn’t have to concern themselves over them. It was a situation

to act before her. It was true that it could have been to preserve Oscar’s reputation, or to put

that there was nothing to be said

go so far as to act for such

had wealth and power now, and she didn’t have to put

Margie do such a

or she even hated her daughter, why did

over Emilia that it was possible there was some