That evening, Diana prepared Abby’s favorite dish for dinner: baked potato. Abby was super excited and ate two big helpings.
Worried that Abby might be too full of sleep, Diana took her out for a walk.
“Mummy, when will Uncle Brian come back?” Abby asked.
Diana squatted down and touched Abby’s cheek.
“Abby, Uncle Brian is busy. You can’t bother him,” Diana said in a serious tone.
In her opinion, she and Abby would go back to France sooner or later. So she didn’t want Abby to get too attached to Brian, as it would only make their leaving more difficult.
Abby pouted unhappily, “But I like Uncle Brian, and he likes me!”
“Did he tell you that?” Diana asked.
“Yeah! Uncle Brian said I am his little princess!” Abby answered, giggling to herself.
Diana looked at Abby and didn’t say anything. Sometimes, the bond between parent and child was indeed powerful.
Meanwhile, Antonette found herself in her usual position of being surrounded by lusty men.
“Mr. Foster, you make me so shy…” Antonette gushed, though she didn’t ask him to move his hand from her waist.
Mr. Foster smiled contemptuously and moved his hands to Antonette’s hips. More than just touching, he was really grabbing her body.
“Bitch, as if you could be shy!”
Antonette was irritated. But she didn’t show any sign of it, she didn’t dare. She had thrown away her pride a long time ago. Everything she did was to get guys, money, and power.
In truth, she had become bored with life recently. Since Kyle was arrested, Fiona largely ignored her, in between random, abusive rants. As for Simon, he never cared for her. So, she had only herself to depend on. And the only thing she could do was to use her beauty and young body to please men. Antonette was rather tired of such a life.
“Abby, slow down!” Diana was anxious after seeing Abby jumping and dashing. She ran after her and shouted aloud.
Abby was immersed in her own little world. She jumped and ran forward happily.
Still sitting in the bar with the lurid men, Antonette was surprised to hear what sounded like Diana’s voice coming from outside. She looked around to check, and sure enough, it was Diana! But who was the little girl beside her?
Diana ran to Abby and held her hand. “Abby, slow down. Mummy is tired.”
Abby reached out and tapped Diana’s back gently.
“Mummy, if you are tired, I can carry you!” she murmured.
Diana couldn’t help laughing. She hugged Abby tightly and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
“We have been out for a while already. Shall we go home now?” Diana said. Abby had kindergarten the next day, so Diana wanted her to get an early night.
Abby pouted. She was unwilling to go home.
“But I still want to play outside…” she moaned.
It then occurred to Diana to use a new method of persuasion.
“I am wondering, do you think Uncle Brian will be back home yet?”
“Let’s go home!” Abby said immediately.
Diana was speechless. Did she really love Brian that much? Whatever, at least Diana could finally take Abby home. They held hands and walked back to their apartment.
Antonette had been watching them the whole time. She squinted her eyes and gazed at Diana and Abby. She was sure that the little girl looked like Brian!
“What are you thinking about?”
Seeing Antonette was looking somewhere else, Mr. Foster reached out his hand and playfully slapped Antonette’s thigh as punishment.
“If you disappoint me, I won’t cooperate with you,” Mr. Foster threatened.
“No… Mr. Foster.” Responding quickly to his threat, Antonette smiled sweetly at the man and held his hand.
Mr. Foster enjoyed Antonette’s seductive ways.
“Once I know that you can really please me, there won’t be any problem with our cooperation.”
Antonette smiled cutely and edged closer to Mr. Foster, placing her hand suggestively on his leg.
Mr. Foster laughed loudly. He knew what he could do to this girl.
Seeing the fat middle-aged man before her, Antonette felt disgusted. But she hid her revulsion and kept smiling.
“So, how about we go back to your place?” Antonette suggested.
But Mr. Foster reacted angrily to Antonette’s comment. He shouted at her, “Who do you think you are? You can never go to my home!”
Unwilling to miss the chance that Mr. Foster’s influence could give her, Antonette smiled and apologized profusely.
“I am sorry… can you forgive me, honey?”
Mr. Foster was satisfied with Antonette’s obedience. He grinned and whispered in her ear, “How about a hotel?”
“I will go to you wherever you want.”
With that, Mr. Foster led Antonette away to a nearby hotel.
After sleeping with her, Mr. Foster completely lost interest in Antonette.
“You can leave now,” he uttered coldly.
Antonette hid her anger and kept focused on her plan.
“Mr. Foster, what about our contract?”
Mr. Foster waved impatiently at Antonette.
“Give me a pen.”
Antonette ran to her bag to get a pen. She offered it to Mr. Foster reverently.
Mr. Foster signed his name on the contract and then casually smashed it in Antonette’s face!
“Now you’ve got what you wanted. Why are you still here?”
Antonette was stunned by his outburst, but she steadied herself enough to pick up the contract. Without a hint of shame, Antonette quickly got dressed and left the room, closing the door behind her as she left.
Mr. Foster stared at the door and cursed at Antonette as loud as he could, “Bitch!”
He hoped she would be able to hear it.