Chapter 6 SUGAR DADDY

Mia stepped out of the sterile, austere lab section of the hospital, a radiant smile illuminating her face. The news she had just received echoed in her mind – her pregnancy test results had come back positive. She felt as though she was walking on air, excitement bubbling within her as she thought of how she would share this life-changing news with Vick.

As she entered the bustling lobby, her eyes fell on Emma, who was gracefully making her way toward the lush garden area of the hospital. A wicked smirk played on Mia's lips; she couldn't resist the urge to confront her.

Emma was about to settle onto a swing nestled in the garden's serene ambiance when suddenly, her wrist was grasped tightly by Mia. Startled, she turned to find Mia's face twisted into a mischievous grin, her intentions unreadable.

"Mia?" Emma gasped, her surprise evident.

"Yes, it's me... surprised to see me?" Mia replied, a glint of malice in her eyes as she basked in the moment.

"Let go of my hand," Emma demanded, panic creeping into her voice as Mia's grip tightened, her nails biting into the delicate skin.

"Alright, as you wish," Mia said mockingly, releasing her hold. Emma stumbled backward and fell to the ground with a thud, a sharp cry of pain escaping her lips.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, wincing as she glared up at Mia. "What's with the cruelty?"

Mia feigned innocent concern, "Oh my God... I am so scared... Did you lose your baby?" The laughter that followed was cold and derisive.

"Stay away from me... I've given you what you wanted... just stay away," Emma warned, keeping her distance despite the pain.

"Or what will happen, Emma?" Mia challenged, her voice dripping with taunts.

Emma chuckled darkly, "I might appear weak to you right now, but mark my words, for every ounce of pain you've inflicted on me, I will return it tenfold." Her teeth clenched as she spoke, the resilience evident in her posture.

"Please spare me your dramatic speeches. I'm in a fantastic mood to share my good news... Yes, I'm pregnant with Vick's child! Can you believe it?" She burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quiet garden.

Emma joined in with a mocking chuckle, "It's just a pity that an innocent child will be born from your tainted womb, destined for a life with two selfish parents... what a waste of creation."

"Mia's fury ignited, "Emma... don't push me."

"Shut it, you swine. You think you can dance happily today, but remember this: you won't get any more chances to trample over me. You will regret this!" Emma retorted fiercely before shoving Mia aside while still on the floor and Mia stumbled a little.

As the bodyguards rushed in, Mia withdrew her attack, frustration boiling inside her.

"Miss Emma, what happened to you?" one of the bodyguards, Ham, inquired urgently, helping her up.

"Our boss won't forgive us if any harm comes to you," they lamented, their eyes scanning for threats.

"Don't worry... I'm fine, you all panic too much," Emma consoled them, turning her attention back to Mia, whose laughter pierced the air like a knife.

"Emma, you're downright shameless! Just because Vick tossed you aside, you've already found yourself a sugar daddy? How pathetic can you be?"

The bodyguards bristled with indignation. "How dare you speak about our master like that? If he were here, would you dare to speak so foolishly to his face?" Ham spat, fury growing.

"It's alright, Ham... there's no need to stoop to her level. What more can you expect from someone who destroys other people's relationships?" Emma shot back, her expression unyielding.

"Call me that again, and I'll-" Mia began, fuming.

Emma cut her off, "You've already crossed the line today. Just know, Mia, I've marked this day, and I will make you pay."

As Emma pushed past her, the bodyguards followed, leaving Mia simmering with anger.

"You think I can't do anything to you? I didn't want to end you so quickly, but you've pushed me too far today. I will destroy your life!" she yelled after them, her voice filled with venom.

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(MR. JOHNSON'S OFFICE)

Inside the sleek confines of Johnson's office, the atmosphere was tense. Johnson sat at the head of the long conference table, his fingers interlaced as he listened intently to the briefing for the upcoming project.

"Mr. Johnson, here are the designs for the new project," an office file was handed to him. He glanced at it disdainfully before hurling it across the table, the pages scattering like autumn leaves.

"What is this garbage?" Johnson growled, displeasure radiating from him.

The man who presented the file visibly paled. "Sir, these are designs from one of our top designers," he stammered nervously.

"I didn't hire you all to produce trash! If you can't meet my standards, resign immediately or you'll find yourselves unemployed!" Johnson barked, his voice echoing off the walls.

Apologies filled the room, a chorus of regret as the team bowed slightly, subservience evident in their posture.

"I expect a detailed and exceptional design for the next meeting. This Meeting is dismissed," he said curtly, standing and striding out, flanked by his loyal aides, Ben, Sam, and Blessing.

In the hallway, his phone buzzed insistently. He fished it from his pocket and answered the call briskly.

"Richie, are you finished?" he demanded.

On the other end, Richie's voice cheerfully responded, "Come on man, show some respect. How can you expect to woo a woman acting like this?"

"Sounds like you're keen on losing ten million dollars. I might just send you to our lab in Antarctica for your next project, or I could simply end this call," Johnson said dryly.

"No! No, don't do that! Can't we joke around a little?" Richie replied,

"Speak," Johnson commanded.

Richie cleared his throat. "I found something. She's a month pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Johnson was taken aback.

"Yes, pregnant. Listen, my friend, let me be clear: once her treatment is complete, you need to let her go. She's not the right woman for you," Richie asserted.

"But she's Emma Rhemas, the woman who saved my life back then," Johnson countered firmly.

"We still don't know that for sure. Scorpio is still investigating, right? We need to be certain she isn't staging everything, including that incident where you nearly hit her with your car," Richie reminded.

"Scorpio is still looking into it, but my intuition tells me it's her. All the clues point to her, and I can never forget the face of the person who helped me," Johnson replied with conviction.

"What about the woman you had a sexual encounter with?" Richie pressed.

"I already gave her a replica of my family ring-the Andrew's family head ring. Any woman who shows me that ring, I'll recognize her, and I'll compensate her with whatever she desires," Johnson declared firmly.

"You gave away your family ring after a one-night stand? Are you out of your mind?" Richie exclaimed incredulously.

"Whatever," Johnson snapped as he ended the call. He ran a hand through his hair and walked into his office.

As he opened the door, a girl rushed forward, hugging him and kissing him on the lips.

Johnson shoved her away, and she stumbled back, hitting her elbow against the wall.

"Ouch!" she cried, wincing at the impact.

Johnson wiped his lips clean and glanced at the woman on the floor. It was Glory Ray, the only daughter of a middle-class wealthy man in the country. Her family has longstanding friendships with the Andrew family, and they're involved in various business deals together.