Wanted: Billionaire's Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies novel Chapter 57

Melissa stared at Ziggy in disbelief before she turned around to scan the area.

Confirming that there was no one else around her vicinity, she pointed at herself. "Twerp, who are you calling an old hag?"

Ziggy looked up at her. "You. Do you see anyone older than you here?"

Melissa's face turned so red, she wanted to give Ziggy a good beating.

'Where did this wild kid come from?'

"Bully your mommy? I bully your mommy? Kid, tell me, who is your mommy? Who in this company has a child that I don't know?"

Ziggy looked at Melissa coldly and threw a piece of printed artwork onto her face.

"I didn't expose you today because I didn't think you deserve to become my mommy's rival! Let me give you a piece of advice, stop playing office politics! Your capabilities are already destined, no amount of tricks and gimmicks can help you."

Melissa took a look at the paper that landed in her hand. Her eyes suddenly widened in fear.

"You, you! How do you have this design?!"

'It should've been completely erased from the office computer!'

'Not even Rachel managed to find it!'

Ziggy kept his hands in his pockets while sending icy glares at Melissa.

The woman's IT skills were not even in the same league as Ziggy’s, let alone being compared to him.

"You don't need to know how I recovered it. All you need to know is that if you do things like that again, this draft will appear in the president's office. Do you understand?"

Melissa dared not say anything in the face of Ziggy's overwhelming aura, so she stood there in silence with her head lowered.

'This design is Rachel's! This twerp warned me not to bully his mommy! Does that mean that this twerp is Rachel's child?!'

She looked mockingly at Ziggy. "So your mommy is Rachel, what a shameful lady to have given birth before a marriage..."

Before she could even finish her sentence, Ziggy was nowhere to be found.

Melissa looked around for a bit and wandered off.

After countless phone calls from Rachel, Ziggy picked up.

"Mommy, I'm at the canteen."

When Rachel and Jodie ran to the canteen in a hurry, they noticed Ziggy with the takeaway food spread nicely on a table.

Ziggy passed Rachel and Jodie their utensils. "Mommy, Aunt Jodie, let's eat. You must be hungry."

Jodie nodded quickly. "Of course, I haven't even had breakfast."

Ziggy shot Jodie a look. "I didn't ask you."

His final sentence was obviously directed at Rachel.

Jodie almost choked to death.

With a flushed face, she beat her chest.

Ziggy handed her a glass of water. "You should eat slowly..."

As the water washed down the food, Jodie immediately felt better.

Jodie mumbled for a while and whipped around to shoot a glare at Ziggy.

Ziggy looked at Rachel sincerely. "Aunt Jodie can't draw, did she look for someone else to draw it for you?"

Rachel cocked her head. "Is that so? But I couldn’t even find this draft yesterday, how did it appear in Jodie's hands today?"

Ziggy continued to add food onto Rachel's plate as he smiled purely. "It’s alright mommy, as long as it turned out okay, right? Don't think about it too much, just eat."

Rachel furrowed her brows again. "Baby, why did you run out of class at noon? Do you not want to go to school today?"

Once again, Ziggy threw the responsibility to Jodie.

He pointed at Jodie with his tiny finger. "You have to ask Aunt Jodie! She signed me out and said that she wanted to bring me along to watch your competition."

Jodie cocked her head, not understanding the situation. "Uh, what?"

Ziggy smiled brightly at Jodie and pinched her thigh again.

Jodie nodded. "That's right! Today's your competition day, both of us have to be your supporters!"

Seeing Ziggy's and Jodie's banters, Rachel set down her utensils.

"Jodie, how did you know I have a competition today? I didn't tell anyone!"

Jodie paused and looked at Ziggy for answers. "Ziggy-boy, how should I answer your mommy to be absolutely correct?"

Ziggy sat properly without looking at Jodie. His face showed no signs of anxiousness from being caught in a lie.

'A friend who throws you under the bus is worse than an overpowering foe!'