Silently, he escorted Daniela out of the OB-GYN wing, took her out for lunch, made sure she got home safely—and only then headed to the office.
The moment he stepped into his office, a male assistant approached him with news.
“Sir, Old Master Hudson has returned to the country. He’s called an emergency meeting with all upper management in Conference Room One.”
Without much reaction, Michael turned and began walking toward the meeting room.
As he walked, he instructed casually, “Buy a few of the latest luxury handbags and trendy jewelry pieces.”
The assistant nodded eagerly.
“Of course, Mr. Hudson. I’ll have someone send them to Miss Daniela’s residence right away.”
Michael paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Send them to the Roberts family’s old estate.”
In his mind, after leaving the villa, Ashlyn couldn’t possibly have anywhere else to stay except the Roberts family home.
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One week later, late at night.
After finally wrapping up a major project, Michael returned home.
He walked into the living room, only to see a slender, graceful figure curled up on the sofa in a silk nightgown, like a little shrimp.