My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup
Chapter 346

Chapter 346 The Late Fiancée

Athena stood at the door of the children's room and hesitated for a moment. Then, she went to the wine cellar instead of going back to her room.

After opening a bottle of wine, someone called her and told her about the situation at the dinner party of the Campbell family.

Athena hung up the phone.

She felt a bit irritable.

She could have handled the problem by herself, but she didn't expect Byron to meddle in this matter.

Besides, this wasn't a trivial matter.

At least those who always kept their eyes on Byron would definitely know.

And Freya was certainly one of them.

Athena didn't want to have anything to do with Byron and Freya at all, and she certainly didn't want to get into trouble because of this.

However, after what Byron had done tonight, Athena knew she could no longer avoid him.

She was so angry that she poured a glass of wine and gulped it down.

Just as she finished drinking,

her phone suddenly buzzed.

It was from an unknown caller.

However...

The number on the screen had been engraved in her mind.

And after five years, she still hadn't forgotten it.

Athena answered it before it hung up automatically.

Her voice was indifferent. "Who is it?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Ms. Stella, I'm Byron Crawford."

"Mr. Crawford, I think I already made it very clear at the banquet today," Athena said sternly.

"Sorry. I was really impulsive." Byron's voice sounded as attractive as before. "But you really look very similar to my late Fiancée."

Fiancée?

When did she become Byron's Fiancée?

Athena was angry because Byron actually lied that she was his Fiancée after he believed she was dead.

"So, are you sobering now, Mr. Crawford?" Athena asked.

Byron chuckled helplessly. "Yeah."

"That's good," Athena responded.

"Ms. Stella, I apologize for my abruptness tonight. I want to treat you to dinner as an apology," Byron continued.

"Dinner my ass!" Athena scolded secretly.

"Mr. Crawford, you're too polite," Athena said flatly, "However, there has been a business competition between my studio and Imbe Group recently. I don't think it's appropriate for us to meet in private. I appreciate your kindness."

"I see..."

Byron sounded very regretful.

"I still have something to do. Let's talk later." The next second, Athena hung up the phone directly.

On the balcony of Byron's apartment.

Byron stood still while holding a cigarette that was about to burn out.

He let out a sigh.

After putting out the cigarette, he turned and went back to the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, his quilts were neatly stacked.

Byron went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he curled up on the sofa and unlocked his phone countless times to look at the newly added number in his contact list. Meanwhile, he suppressed his urge to call her again countless times.

This time, he had to calm down.

He must lure her into his trap before locking her up so that she would have nowhere to escape.

Athena hung up the phone and immediately wanted to add Byron's number to the blacklist.

However...

"Why should I do that? It will only make him suspect me even more." After all, they were just strangers who had met only once.

Besides, they might have a lot of commercial intercourse in the future.

Therefore, she didn't have any reason to block his number.

In the end, Athena only deleted the call log.

Then, she poured herself another glass of wine.

After two drinks,

Athena felt a little drunk.

She tapped her phone hard and cursed,

"Byron, you bastard! You're never satisfied with what you already have and always want something new! You're such a childish idiot!"