NovelEnglishChapter 1105: The secretary's fists clenched in anger.
Those people were taking advantage of Daniela's situation, pushing their luck too far.
It was infuriating! Frustration burned in the secretary's eyes, making them glossy with unshed tears.
Daniela remained unfazed. “If they want a performance, let them put on their little play. We have business to handle-let's carry on with the meeting.” Outside, Jack knelt on the cold pavement, his small frweighed down by an old, oversized backpack— deliberately chosen to look pitiful.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe backpack was so ragged, the spines of battered books peeked through the torn fabric.
The six-year-old boy hunched over, sobbing, his little shoulders shaking with each exaggerated sniffle.
Onlookers, their hearts softening, offered snacks and reached out to help him up.
But Jack ignored them all, burying his face deeper and letting his sobs grow louder.
Fat tears rolled down Jack's cheeks as he whimpered repeatedly, "I want Aunt Daniela! I need my aunt! Aunt Daniela, I'm Jack-your nephew!" Before he came, his grandfather and mother had drilled into him the importance of patience-he had to keep his true nature under wraps. No tantrums, no spitting, no outbursts-he had to play the part perfectly. He needed to look helpless, pitiful-just enough to stir sympathy in the hearts of onlookers.
That way, they could squeeze Daniela into footing the bill for his costly private education.
Jack couldn't understand why schooling mattered when that massive company would belong to him one day.
But his mother had made it clear that Daniela was rich, and their family planned to thrive off her fortune. Jack found that logic sound enough.
But he was exhausted. His fake sobs had drained him, and he glanced at the company's elevator. Where was that woman, Daniela? Why hadn't she shown up yet? His knees throbbed, numb from kneeling for so long.
He scanned the crowd and locked eyes with a woman wrapped in a scarf. She sent him a silent signal.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe understood the message. She meant, "Sweetheart, don't stand up! Cry louder! Even louder! People will definitely sympathize with you because you're just a child." Jack forced his voice to crack, releasing a high-pitched wail. No tears, just noise.
Joyce, watching from the side, öm smirked in approval. That was exactly what she wanted.
Public pressure was their weapon, their ticket to an easy life af Daniela's V Le expense. Daniela couldn't have kids.
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