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My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 2602
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Soon, dawn came bearing down on its citizens. Shirley had a good night’s sleep after all the drinking. Zacharias had

a meeting that day but didn’t request for Shirley to accompany him there. The meeting would go on for a long

time. So, he knew she might become bored if she went.

Imogen caught wind of that. So, she started coming up with a plan, and she asked Roy, “Captain Barlowe, may I

stay back with Shirley?”

Roy refused it at first. Then, he had an audience with Zacharias and told him about Imogen’s request. Zacharias

knew Imogen was Shirley’s friend, so he promptly agreed to it, “She can stay with Shirley.”

Zacharias’ motorcade left. The landline for Shirley’s room rang. It was a call from Imogen. “Yes?”

“Shirley? It’s me. I stayed back, too. Mr. Flintstone wanted me to go shopping with you.”

Shirley was going to buy some presents for her parents and grandmother. Flor was known for its craftwork. It

wasn’t every day she could go overseas. Hence, she wanted to bring back some souvenirs for her family. “Sure,

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we’ll go around.” Shirley didn’t suspect her friend was up to something.

Imogen heaved a sigh of relief. This is divine providence. She picked up her other phone and called her mafia

friend. Then, she told them about the job in a foreign language, cautious that someone would overhear their

conversation.

“Got it, Nora. We’ll do as you say.”

“Don’t hold back, you guys. And don’t show me any mercy. You have to make her believe we’re both the victims

here.”

“Got it.”

Imogen dressed herself up and told Shirley to meet up with her in the lobby. Shirley came down a while later.

Imogen happily held her arm as she remarked lightly, “You’re getting prettier every day, Shirley. Mr. Flintstone

showered you with love, I presume?”

Shirley knew that Imogen had seen everything the night before, and she smiled awkwardly. “My feet were sore,

so…”

“I know. Everyone knows how much Mr. Flintstone likes you. I’m really happy for you. Sorry about what I said. I only

adore Mr. Flintstone. I don’t have any romantic feelings for him,” said Imogen. She wanted Shirley to know she was

a smart woman who knew her place.

Shirley smiled at her. “You’ll find someone who loves you too.”

“I hope so. Let’s go. I checked the place. There is a shopping district around her. We’re going to have so much fun,”

said Imogen.

Shirley and Imogen hailed a ride to the shopping district. It didn’t take them long to arrive there. There were a lot of

shops selling handmade items, and no two shops were alike. Shirley immediately picked one establishment and

chose her presents.

Imogen was waiting for her at the coffee shop outside. She wasn’t buying anything. Instead, she was busy talking to

her co-conspirators.

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An off-road vehicle came to a stop before her a while later. The window rolled down, and the guy who was

supposed to be her partner was in there. They said a quiet hello and went on with the plan.

Now, they needed Imogen to take Shirley to their coffee shop. Once there, Shirley would be well within their trap.

Just then, Shirley returned with two items. Imogen complained, “Their coffee sucks. Let’s find another shop.”

Shirley nodded. So, Imogen held her arm and made their way to the coffee shop she and her fellow kidnappers

designated. “That one looks nice, Shirley. She pointed at that coffee shop.

“Not a lot of customers, though.” Shirley frowned.

“Hey, sometimes shops like that are my cup of tea.” Imogen pulled her to the coffee shop.

Imogen entered the coffee shop only to see that the staff members were all overly muscular men. When the ladies

were inside, the doors closed behind them with a clatter, and two waiters stood sentry.

Shirley knew something was off right then. So, she hastily gripped Imogen’s hand tightly in warning. “This isn’t a

coffee shop. Let’s go.”

Imogen cursed, “I can’t believe I brought you to a place like this.”