Wendy, Halsey, and Cecelia raised their sses.


    At that moment, the door to the restaurant swung open, and a group of people entered. Leading the pack was a tall, handsome figure-Stanley.


    Stanley hade to the restaurant, but not for a casual meal. He was here for business, apanied by several senior executives.


    The restaurant manager greeted him warmly. "Mr. Hawk, the private room is ready. Please follow me."


    Stanley followed the manager toward the private room, but as he did, his eyes scanned the crowd and immediately locked onto Wendy, who looked as graceful


    as ever.


    Wendy, along with Cecelia and Halsey, hade out to eat. They were deep in conversation,ughing and toasting, clearly in high spirits.


    The executives behind Stanley noticed where he was looking. "Mr. Hawk, do you know those threedies? They look so young, like schoolgirls."


    The executives were intrigued by Stanley''s attention to the women, since he was rumored not to be interested in


    them.


    His face remained neutral. He didn''t answer, simply saying, "Let''s go in."


    The restaurant manager smiled. "There are beautiful women waiting for you inside, Mr. Hawk. You and your guests can enjoy the dinner while watching them dance."


    At high-end restaurants these days, dancers would perform to entertain wealthy executives, offering them a taste of indulgence.


    Wendy, unaware that Stanley had arrived, stood up. "I''m going to the bathroom." Immediately, Cecelia and Halsey stood too. "We''ll go with you."


    "It''s fine. The bathroom is just over there."


    "No way! You''re pregnant now. As your baby''s godmothers, we need to look after you," Cecelia insisted.


    Unable to refuse, Wendy let them apany her to the restroom.


    As they walked past a luxurious private room, Cecelia suddenly stopped. "Wendy, look! Isn''t that your baby daddy?


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    Baby daddy?


    Wendy was momentarily confused and nced over. Her eyes widened when she saw Stanley.


    So, "baby daddy" referred to Stanley.


    Wendy frowned, thinking the nickname didn''t suit him.


    She watched Stanley, who was sitting at the head of the table, having dinner with several executives. Three women in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window were dancing.


    The dancers were wearing silk dresses, their bodies adorned with ornaments that tinkled as they moved. Their flowing skirts twirled as they danced, and they looked as ethereal as angels.


    Cecelia smirked. "Looks like your baby daddy knows how to enjoy himself."


    Wendy shot Cecelia a look. “He''s not my baby daddy. Stop calling him that."


    Halsey chimed in, "Well, he is the baby''s dad, Wendy. You''re here, struggling with the pregnancy, and he''s out there living it up. I can''t help but feel a little off about it."


    Cecelia added, "Exactly! We can''t let him off the hook so easily. He''s going to have to help with the baby''s expenses, right? If you don''t want him, at least make sure he doesn''t spend it all on other women."


    Wendy''s gaze returned to Stanley, who was chatting with the executives and raising his ss to toast. He drank from it with ease.


    One of the dancing women kept ncing his way as she danced, her eyes practically glued to him, clearly smitten. As they danced, they twirled and, with a synchronized movement, glided to Stanley''s side. One of the dancers, her body softening, fell directly into his arms.


    The executives burst outughing. "Mr. Hawk, you''re really a chick ma. You can''t even have a quiet meal without someone falling into your arms!"