The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)
MISTAKE 154

Chapjer 154 things claiming down

Chapter 154: things claiming down

Emma's gratitude was evident in her voice as she thanked Anya for her vigilance. "I appreciate you looking out for us," she admitted, her tone grateful and relieved.

Anya's lips curved into a sly smile at her sister's gratitude. "Of course, Emma," she replied. smoothly, her tone dripping with sincerity. "Family comes first, after all." Emma's voice softened with emotion as she expressed her gratitude once more. "Thank you, you, Anya," she murmured, her words heartfelt as she felt a surge of warmth towards her sister.

Anya's expression remained sly as she dismissed Emma's gratitude with a casual wave of her hand that Emma could not see from the other side of the phone. "Don't mention it," she replied coolly, her tone betraying none of the warmth Emma sought.

"Now, go spend some time with your son and... Richard," she says slyly. "He comes to you house everyday you might as well treat him to some midnight snack." Anya teased and Emma turned.

With that, Anya ended the call, leaving Emma to grapple with a mix of emotions as she processed her sister's words. Though grateful for Anya's support, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air, a silent reminder of the complicated web of family ties that bound them together.

Emma stood in her cozy kitchen, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she reminisced about Anya's teasing words from their earlier conversation. The memory brought a soft smile to her lips, but her thoughts quickly turned to the present as she glanced towards the living room where Richard sat, engrossed in play with her son, Henry.

The scene before her was one of quiet companionship.

Henry, with his innocent eyes and playful demeanor, was trying to arrange Lego pieces on the floor, while Richard showed him how to and corrected him as he worked.

The two of them worked in unison, their interactions wordless yet filled with an odd kind of

harmony.

When Henry grew frustrated and threw a Lego piece in annoyance, Richard would pause, allowing him a moment to calm down before gently guiding him to retrieve the piece. Emma watched them with a mixture of amusement and greed. If only Richard was Henry's father. The thought shocked her.

Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, Richard's presence had become a source of comfort and support for both her and Henry. She couldn't help but feel a pang of warmth at the sight of the two of them together a silent reminder of the bond Richard shared with her son. Was she crazy?

Chapter 15 things claiming down

As Emma prepared their food in the kitchen, the savory aroma of home-cooked food filled the air, mingling with the sound of Henry's laughter and Richard's gentle voice.

After everything was ready, Emma called out to them, summoning them to the dining table

for lunch.

'Richard, Henry, lunch is ready," Emma called, her voice carrying a note of warmth and affection she had not even noticed as she addressed two of them.

Richard looked up from his play with Henry, a blank face edging his features as he carefully lifted the young boy into his arms. "Time to eat, buddy," he murmured softly to Henry, who giggled in response, his tiny hands pointing to the table.

With Henry securely in his arms, Richard made his way to the dining table, his movements fluid and effortless. He settled Henry into his high chair with practiced ease before taking his own seat, his gaze meeting Emma's across the table. "Thank you for letting me stay for lunch, Emma, Richard said warmly, his eyes as hot as iron, threatening to burn a hole through her..

Emma returned his smile. She was starting to feel guilty for relying on him, but she enjoyed his support. "It's the least I could do," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Thank you for helping out."

As they began to eat, a comfortable silence settled over the table, broken only by the

occasional sound of Henry's delighted laughter. Emma couldn't help but feel a lot of

contentment wash over her as she watched her makeshift family. Richard was so comfortable, she was not sure how he was doing it.

Emma felt that Richard was spoiling her. Emma found solace in the knowledge that she wasn't

alone.

She was not sure if she was crazy, but she started to feel that Richard belonged there. She could not help but glance at him again. He really looked divine. Before she could look away, he looked up and caught her staring. Emma turned into a dangerous shade of red and looked

away.

Anya's sleek black sedan glided through the bustling streets of Star City, the soft purr of the engine barely audible over the sounds of the city. As she drove, her mind raced with thoughts of the impending board meeting and the news her lawyer had delivered earlier. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the city scape as Anya navigated the familiar streets towards her destination. She glanced at the dashboard clock, noting the time, and then reached for her phone to call Emma.

After a few rings, Emma's voice came through the speaker, filled with a sense of urgency. Anya quickly relayed the news about their Aunt's impending presence at the board meeting and urged Emma to join her.

As Anya continued her journey, her thoughts drifted. Why did her grandfather leave his entire assets to her mother? Even old mados toms do not go mything Aye felt sonterhing was going on? Was her uncle on her glatter's

When she finally arrived at the company headquarters, Anys put away her straying thoughts, as she stepped out of the car and made her way towards the earL

The imposing glass doors loomed overhead conded her that just a south ago, the could not dream of stepping in her

She paused for a moment to collect herself before pushing open the doors and stepping inside The sights and sounds of the building greeted her the sleek marble floors, the hum of activity from the employees, the distant echoes of voicesicrifting through the balls. Arrya steadied her breath, calming herself while the reminded herself that she was meant to be there, as she waited for Emma to arrive. She glanced around the lobby, her gaze lingering on the framed photographs adorming the walls, images of her mother, smiling proudly alongside their employees.

Minutes ticked by, and Arrya's anticipation grew as she waited for her sister to join her

Finally, she spotted Emma making her way towards her, both of them looked like they were ready to go to war.

As they stood side by side, preparing to enter the boardroom together, people could not help but turn heads, wondering who they were and why they were there?

"This way Miss Jones, Miss Jones," The vice president of Jones Co greeted when he met them at door of the elevator and led them to the Board room.

With a slight nod to acknowledge him, Anya and Emma continued on their journey. None of them felt like having small talk. Daniel had told Anya she only needed to walk in, as he would handle everything. They were ready to reclaim their rightful place. This building belonged to their mother.

Anya and Emma strode into the boardroom, their steps echoing against the polished marble floors. The vice president of the company led the way, his expression grave as he ushered them towards the head of the table where Gina sat, wearing in an over the top pink dress.

Gina's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her nieces, her face cracked and dropped for just a moment before she regained her composure. "What are you two doing here?" she demanded, her voice filled with a lot of hostility.

Anya met Gina's gaze evenly, her demeanor cool and collected. "I believe that's a question for you, Gina," she replied, her tone firm and unwavering. "Why are you here instead of taking care of our Uncle?"