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Baby Cupid: Could You Be My New Mommy (or Miss, My Father loves you)

Chapter 100
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Chapter 100 We Are The Last One

"Go upstairs and get ready."

Zack brought them hbecause he had something to deal with in the company. He told the three people to go

upstairs first.

Looking at the backs of the three people, Daryl reached out her hand and touched the little guy's head beside

her. "Bennie, | find that the three of Dillon and others look quite similar. | feel that their momentums are similar

to each other, and they are all very handsome. Are

the three of them related by blood?"

"No." Benjamin replied, "But they were trained in the splace!"

"Oh, that explains it"

Daryl nodded.

When Zack was about to go upstairs, he heard Daryl say "And they are all very handsome". He paused and

looked back at the mother and the son on the sofa.

"Benjamin."

"Yes, sir!"

Zack ordered his son in a cold tone, "Go upstairs and do your homework."

“All right."

Benjamin felt that he was just sitting on the sofa and there ca trouble for no reason! At dinner time, Zack

went downstairs. Daryl took a look behind him, but didn't see Dillon and others.

"Why don't you ask your subordinate to eat with you?" Daryl asked.

"They have eaten before."

Said Zack in a low voice.

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"But you..." Daryl wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the man opposite her in a cold voice.

"Don't talk when you are having dinner. Shut up!"

Daryl felt that Zack was a dictatorial man. She glared at him. Although she was unhappy, she stopped talking.

After dinner, Zack turned to look at Daryl. His eyes were deep and he said in an indifferent voice, "Lyman will

pick you up tomorrow."

"Okay."

Daryl nodded and then asked in confusion, "But what is this dinner for?"

"Haven't | told you?" With a cold glance at her, Zack said, "I asked you to learn desserts there."

"It's okay if you are unwilling to tell me."

Daryl snorted, "If | make dessert good in the future, | won't make it for you even if you want to eat it!"

Ignoring her, Zack stood up and went upstairs.

"Mommy, you two stay outside tomorrow. Then I'll be at halone." Benjamin cupped his chin and looked at

her pitifully. "You should cback early." 'Okay. Daryl nodded and held the little boy in her arms. "Baby, don't

worry. Mommy will cback soon."

"Mommy is the best!"

Benjamin rubbed his head against her arm.

That night, Daryl went to bed very early. On the second morning, she began to dress herself up in her room.

She didn't know what on earth Zack wanted to do. He even asked her to attend a dinner with Lyman. It couldn't

be just a dinner.

But she couldn't figure out what exactly it would be.

After Daryl cleaned herself up, she waited at home. Before long, Lyman came.

"Miss Ye, you are so beautiful today!"

Daryl wore a shoulder length wine red dress. Her skin was fair and ruddy, and this dress suited her very well.

Especially the exposed shoulder, which made her more elegant and charming! She had decided to change it on

the spur of the moment. The white dress she had worn before looked too weak and had no aura.

"Thank you."

Daryl smiled.

Lyman took her out of the villa, got in the car and left.

"By the way, do you know what the purpose of today's dinner is?" Daryl asked Lyman curiously.

"Well." Lyman smiled mysteriously, "You will know when you arrive." "All right."

Before long, Daryl arrived at the Queen Hotel.

Queen Hotel was one of the top hotels in D City. If Daryl remembered correctly, it was also the property of HF

Family!

After getting off the car of Lyman, what cinto view was a golden luxury scenery!

The huge crystal lamp irregular dropped the bright light on the meticulously decorated floor, reflecting the

exquisite carvings, the well-arranged plants and fountain. It's said that the golden decorations around the hotel

were all made of gold and silver!

The quality of any employee in the hotel was almost as good as that of a stewardess. In a word, they were both

beautiful and polite, making people feel at hwhen they saw them! Walking inside, she felt as if she was

stepping on gold.

Daryl used to cto the Queen Hotel, but she was almost protected by a group of staff at that time. She never

had the chance to carefully look at the hotel.

"Mr. Lyman, your family is so rich."

Holding Lyman's arm, Daryl walked into the hotel lobby and sighed.

"It's notwho is in charge of it." Lyman shrugged and said, "I never interfere in family business. | don't have

such a bad taste like them."

“All right."

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Daryl suddenly felt that if she said that money was bad taste outside, she would be beaten! Lyman led her in and

soon the person in charge of the hotel cout. "Mr. Lyman, you are here."

The person in charge said respectfully to him, "The lounge is ready. This way, please."

"Okay."

Lyman nodded and took Daryl to the lounge with the staff.

"Didn't you say that we would attend a dinner?"

Daryl and Lyman sat down in the lounge. When the staff went out, she asked doubtfully, "Hasn't it started yet?"

"Of course."

Lyman sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs and said lazily, "Miss Ye, we are important guests. We won't show

up until the end of the show!"

"Okay." Daryl nodded in confusion.

"Well, | don't think it's a big deal to call you Miss Ye and Mr. Lyman." Lyman frowned and said, "Although I'm not

lucky enough to sign you in our company, we are relatives and friends now!" She was Benjamin's sworn mother,

and he was his uncle, wasn't he!

"Well, so what?" Daryl looked at him with her eyes wide open.

"You can callLymie. My family all callthat." Lyman said, "My cousin used to calllike that, but you

know he has a strange temper so he always callswith my full nnow." "Okay! Then you can also call me

Darry." Daryl nodded with a smile. "In fact, | always think your nsounds good it looks quite similar to Sofia's

real name."

"Oh?" Lyman asked with great interest, "Then what's the real nof your agent Sofia?" "Lynne Qin!"

Daryl said. She had always called

her "Sofia" which was her working nduring those working years.f she had had a good memory, she would

have forgotten that her real

nwas so pleasant to hear!