Chapter 3 Angela, So Attractive

Angela walked toward the large, plush couch positioned in the center of the spacious living room. She sat down gracefully and made another call.

"Lady Kitana, are you there?"

She heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning instinctively, she looked in that direction.

"I knew it was your voice, Angela darling."

"Lady Kitana!" Angela exclaimed, rising to her feet as she saw her friend. She hurried over, and Kitana embraced her warmly.

"You look stunning, dear. How have you been?" Angela asked, smiling fondly at her friend.

"I'm doing quite well, sweetheart. And you? How's work going?" Kitana replied cheerfully.

"I'm fine, Lady Kitana. Everything at work is going smoothly. I almost forgot to ask-how's your fiancé?" Angela said, leaning in with interest.

Kitana giggled softly. "My fiancé? He's doing great. He's gone to work. Let me get you something to eat. Just relax and make yourself comfortable."

Angela nodded in agreement and returned to the couch, admiring the lavish furniture and elegant décor of the home.

"Kitana is incredibly fortunate to be engaged to a billionaire," Angela thought. "She lacks nothing-no stress, just luxury and comfort. Meanwhile, I'm always on the move, working tirelessly to make a living. I hope someday I'll be as lucky as she is and meet a wealthy man ready to marry me."

She continued to observe the magnificent mansion. "Well, everyone has their own destiny."

A moment later, Kitana descended the staircase with a beautifully decorated tray in her hands.

"I'm back, Angela. I prepared my fiancé's favorite meal-hope you'll enjoy it too," she said warmly.

Angela turned and smiled. "What's his favorite dish?"

"He absolutely loves fried rice with tender chicken. I sometimes wonder if that's why his father named him Fred," Kitana said with a playful smirk as she set the tray down.

"You're really funny, dear," Angela said, laughing as she uncovered the food, selected a spoon, and began eating. Kitana joined her on the couch.

"Do you prefer wine or juice?" Kitana asked as they ate together.

"I'd rather have juice than wine," Angela replied, continuing her meal.

"All right, give me a moment-I'll be right back." Kitana stood, placed her spoon on the tray, and walked to the fridge in the living room. She returned with a bottle of juice and two elegant glasses.

"Boss lady, you're truly living the dream with your billionaire fiancé. I bet there's another fridge in the kitchen," Angela said, half-teasing, half-intrigued.

"Yes, dear-and that's not all. Every bedroom in this house has its own mini-fridge, just in case we want a drink at any time. By the way, aren't you supposed to be at work today?" Kitana changed the subject.

"Hmmm... I have twenty-five apprentices working under me. They'll handle everything until I return," Angela responded while sipping the juice.

"Wow! That's impressive. You're a boss lady yourself now. The last time I came to get my hair done, I didn't see any assistants."

Angela chuckled. "You're right. But you haven't come to get your hair done in a while-you have so many wigs now!"

Kitana laughed as Angela lightly touched her hair.

"By the way, when I arrived, I saw a man leaving. He was muscular and dark-skinned. Who was he, and whom was he looking for?" Angela asked with a serious tone.

"Hmm... he... he came to see me. He's Jude, my gym coach," Kitana replied, scratching her head.

"I see. Did he come to train you at home?" Angela asked, a bit curious.

"N-no, he was just passing by and decided to stop in and say hello," Kitana answered, clearly flustered, continuing to fidget nervously.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that. But I would advise you to maintain healthy boundaries and be cautious," Angela advised, pulling out her phone to check it.

"My fiancé is back!" Kitana exclaimed as she saw a sleek black Toyota pull into the garage.

"It's only half past twelve. He's early today. I hope everything's all right," Angela said, adjusting the hem of her gown and fixing her posture.

"Well, he comes home whenever he pleases-he is the CEO, after all. Let me return these dishes to the kitchen." Kitana picked up the tray and headed toward the kitchen.

Suddenly, the front door opened and closed.

"Good afternoon, sir," Angela said, rising and smiling at the man who had just entered.

Fred looked up, noticing Angela. She had captivating eyes and a graceful, curvy figure, accentuated by her fitted gown.

"What a beautiful lady," he thought, momentarily stunned.

"Good afternoon, dear. How are you?" he finally said, walking toward her with a warm expression, his gaze still meeting hers.

"I'm doing well, sir. Welcome back," Angela replied, standing politely with her hands clasped.

"Sweetheart, you're home early today. Welcome back," Kitana said, descending the stairs.

"Thank you, my love. Did you treat your guest well?" Fred asked, glancing from Kitana back to Angela.

"Yes, darling. This is Angela, my best friend since our school days," Kitana responded, embracing Fred. He kissed her on the forehead affectionately.

Angela diverted her attention, sat down, and focused on her phone.

"Angela, it's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to our home," Fred said before heading upstairs. Kitana followed behind.

Angela smiled quietly. "What a handsome and well-mannered man. Kitana is incredibly lucky. If I were in her shoes, I would cherish and protect him from anyone who might try to take him. But... I can't let my feelings get in the way-he's my best friend's fiancé."

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Upstairs

"My love, please get dinner ready. I'll eat after taking a shower," Fred said as he removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie.

"Of course, dear," Kitana replied and left the room.

Fred sat on the edge of the bed, holding his tie and shirt. He sighed deeply.

"What is happening to me? Why am I so drawn to her? She's incredibly beautiful and carries herself so gracefully. My eyes couldn't stop tracing her figure. But I must remember-I'm about to propose to Kitana in a few days."

He stood up, removed his trousers, hung them neatly, and walked toward the wardrobe...