Chapter 226: Homemade Trouble
In the Du Pont mansion, the atmosphere was solemn. Afternoon light streamed through the tall arched windows, casting golden rays on the Persian rugs and polished floors, but no one was paying attention to the beautiful surroundings. All eyes were fixed on Emile’s phone.
Emile had just scrolled through his WeChat feed, casually sipping his fresh green juice, when he saw it. Micah’s latest post. A photo of a homemade cake, slightly uneven but charming, topped with a few strawberries that looked like they might tilt over. The caption?
RogueOverlord: 19th birthday, first homemade birthday cake! 😤 Haha! I’m officially the first to get one in the fam. Try calling me unpopular now, losers! 😎😏
He barked out a laugh, reading it. The moment he turned the screen to show the others what Micah had posted, he hadn’t expected this kind of reaction.
Jacklin snatched the phone from Emile’s hand with such force that he yelped. "Hey!"
But Jacklin wasn’t listening. Her brows furrowed deeply as she zoomed in on the picture, fingers moving like a special agent decrypting classified intel. Dean leaned in over her shoulder, practically crawling into the chair to get a better look.
"Who made that cake? Asena?" Jacklin shouted, horrified. "Don’t tell me she is really his girlfriend?"
"Shush!" Dean put his finger in front of his lips. "Calm down! Little Uncle will hear you," Dean said, looking toward the stairs.
Jacklin nodded, taking deep breaths. "Is there a possibility she is his girlfriend?" she whispered.
Emile paused for a moment, then he chimed in. "No. If she were, she would fight tooth and nail to clear that absurd rumour. You know, Micah was really upset about it. Wouldn’t she care to help?"