MIMI

"Mr Nash.." Amelia stutters, ready to butter Emmette as she eyes Emery. All eyes turn to him, acknowledging the powerful bastard.

"Madam Remington." Emmette hoarsed, rather annoyed at her sheepish tone.

"Is she your daughter?" She looked over at the little girl who held both Corrie and Emmette's hand.

"Yes. Her name is Emery." Emmette answered, the entire room mummurs in indistinct chatter. I look over to Devon, his face casts a frown, eyes pulsing with rage. My stomach churned at the sight of it, being pissed off was a fucking understatement.

"Oh, I didn't know you had a daughter," Amelia said her eyes shifted to Corrie.

"And—a wife....