The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

CHAPTER 16

Evelyn's POV

I move swiftly towards the direction of the office. Even if I don't want to do this, the thought of my daughter is giving me more courage to go on. Anna lost her father when she was just 5 years old and we have been feeding from hand to mouth. 

I do menial jobs just to make sure I put something on the table for my daughter. I love her and I would do everything within my power to see her become great. I believe this is the opportunity.

I get to the door and knock gently. There is no reply and I knock again, louder.

"Come in", a husky voice orders. He is speaking with a tone of authority and I can feel the reason why the receptionist seems scared of her boss. I push the door open. His eyes are fixed on his laptop.

"Hello Aidan Alvarez", I make my presence known, as I walk graciously to the seat opposite his desk, meant for guests. 

He raises his head sharply in surprise. When our eyes, I smile. He looks puzzled for a while, probably trying to think if I am someone he knows.

He looks more handsome than in the picture, with his chiseled jaws, fine cheekbones, and thin lips.

"Who are you?" His voice is hoarse and grim. 

I take a seat without permission and drop my handbag on his desk. I throw my right leg over the other and put my hands together. "I know you but you don't know me."

He drops the paper in his hand. "Who are you?"

"I am Evelyn Gomez like your receptionist told you."

"Why are you here?"

"I am here for business", I answer indifferently, before folding my arms over my bosom and looking around.

"Say why you are here now, I am busy", he picks up the paper and continues his work, ignoring me.

"I am here because of your heir", I say, after a moment of silence. I am thinking of the best way to bring up the issue.

He hoists his head up again, with the pen in his hand hanging half-way. I am watching his every action and trying to read his expressions. He looks a bit surprised and confused.

"My heir?" He touches his chest. "What rubbish are you saying?"

I didn't say anything, with my back leaning on the chair. 

"Are you going to talk?" He questions. 

"You know what?" He lifts up his telephone and inputs a number before putting the telephone to his ears. I know what he is trying to do and I feel it is high time I talked.

"I am doing you a huge favor by coming here. If you ask your security to throw me out, I have what it takes to ruin you." He stares at me. He didn't look threatened but he drops the telephone.