CHAPTER 742: 738, MY FIANCE SAID YOU CANNOT LEAVE, THEN YOU CANNOT GO!

Mia Foster smoothed her hair, understanding Felix Shaw’s mood. The sudden discovery of the person you trust and admire the most cheating on you is a blow that not everyone could handle.

In the neighboring booth, Seraphina Shaw was still unaware of what had happened, nestled in her mother’s arms, pouting, and muttering "Daddy..." only to be silenced by Vanessa Armstrong’s hand over her mouth, who then leaned down and whispered something in her daughter’s ear—leaving Seraphina Shaw lips pursed in a look of grievance towards her father.

"Felix, Mia is right, let’s go back home and talk about this!" Oliver Shaw urged, as well, with a stern expression and in a lowered tone.

"Hah, back home?" Felix Shaw sneered as he looked up at his father, the mockery on his lips even more pronounced, "Would you dare to go home and tell it in front of mother?"

"Don’t go too far!"

Oliver Shaw admonished in a subdued voice, but Felix Shaw scoffed again, "Me, going too far? Director Shaw, please tell me how I am being excessive? If dining with my fiancée is excessive, then isn’t your secret rendezvous with your mistress and illegitimate daughter outrageously audacious?"

"Seraphina, let’s go. Mom will bring you here another day." Not wanting her daughter to know she was an illegitimate child, Vanessa Armstrong grabbed her daughter’s arm to leave. As they stood up, she summoned the waiter to pay the bill, picked up their belongings, and was about to take a step away when Felix Shaw suddenly turned and barked, "Don’t you dare leave!"

His icy glare fixed on Vanessa Armstrong and her daughter, startling Vanessa Armstrong so much so that she involuntarily stopped in her tracks and desperately looked towards Oliver Shaw for help, "Take Seraphina back home." Oliver Shaw commanded coldly, with an air of authority that could not be defied.

Vanessa Armstrong didn’t say anything, just continued to hold her daughter’s wrist and head towards the exit.

It was a matter between Felix Shaw and his father, so Mia Foster should not have interfered, but now, with Felix Shaw not wanting the mother and daughter to leave and the two insistent on leaving, as his fiancée, she couldn’t just stand aside and ignore the situation.

She stood up lazily and leaned on the entrance to the booth, arms crossed, blocking Vanessa Armstrong and her daughter’s way out, with a smirk, "Ma’am, my fiancé says you can’t leave."

Vanessa Armstrong held her daughter’s wrist in one hand and her daughter’s backpack in the other. It was Wednesday, and there were no classes in the afternoon. She had planned to have lunch with her daughter before heading home, but she didn’t expect such an incident to occur.

Naturally not a kind person, although she didn’t know Felix Shaw, she could guess a thing or two from the father and son’s appearances. She dared not provoke the legitimate son of the official family, but she wouldn’t take a seemingly irrelevant woman seriously.

She immediately snapped back loudly, "And what are you supposed to be, to stop me like this!"

"Heh," Mia Foster laughed softly, sizing up Vanessa Armstrong from top to bottom. She genuinely felt that Oliver Shaw had no taste, to fancy someone like that.

Although Vanessa Armstrong was young, a person’s quality emanates from within. Despite being clad in designer labels, she didn’t seem noble at all; instead, she appeared like a fierce shrew.

"Madam, please watch your tone. My fiancé said you’re not allowed to leave, so you simply cannot go."

Seeing Mia Foster taking his side, Felix Shaw smirked with satisfaction. Although he didn’t like this woman, he was well aware of her means. Not to mention a mistress of no renown, she could even drive back Frances, a model used to high society.

Oliver Shaw turned his head towards Mia Foster, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowing. Although displeased, as the future father-in-law, it wouldn’t be proper for him to get into a scuffle with his son.

"Hmph, really, just you!" Vanessa Armstrong looked Mia Foster over too, herself tall but not as tough, and scoffed contemptuously, then impatiently pushed Mia Foster aside, "Move!"