Elder Fang behaved as though he didn't notice Aria's reaction, "Inform your PR department back in the country and here to be on stand by tomorrow."

Alan and Vince expected her to meekly agree as a tamed wild cat but her face turned stiff and the obedient sweet little one was nowhere to be found, "No, I am not revealing." Yet she didn't forget to have a respectful tone.

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Elder Fang hid his faint smirk effectively. He knew she wasn't just a kitten to follow him but seeing her always agree, he thought she might follow again but the kitten looked like a white tiger cub to him.

He provoked her further in a cold tone, "You are daring to go against me."

Alan's expression was exchanged while Vince furrowed his brows without knowing why he was asked to reveal her identity when she doesn't want it.

Aria countered obviously knowing he wouldn't hurt her even if she stands with a knife at his neck but she couldn't understand why he was provoking her. "I never said I will follow you blindly."

Before her husband loses her cool, Elder Fang extended his hand to his assistant who quickly handed a file from his bag, "Well, it's the cost of attending the next fashion week and participating in the international stage." And he clearly knows she was going to say yes while placing the file on the coffee table for her.

Alan passed the file for her as he checked it too. Sure, he understood Elder Fang was testing Aria a few seconds back to see if she was a follower or a leader before offering her what she craved in the fashion industry.

Aria fell into the dilemma looking at her little cute baby bump, she didn't want to tell the world she was pregnant even if she had to reveal her identity as the designer Alia. There is nothing more important than a baby and she was ready to give up at the cost of never getting the chance. "Grandfather Fang, thank you but I will take a break after this fashion week." She has to look after her babies next year so she felt it was the right reason to turn down.

As though she could read her mind, Alan fathomed her real reason and he didn't like it. As much as the babies were important, he gave the same... actually higher priority to her, her dreams and aims.

"Excuse us…" Alan said and carried her away from the living hall without responding to her question, "What's wrong?"

Leaving her on the bed, he faced her confused expression due to his behavior, "Aria, why are you turning down?"

Aria sighed and pulled him to sit with her hearing his grave tone, "We will have two babies, you can't alone look after both. What? Are you thinking I will let you do all the work?"

"Would you have done the same if you weren't pregnant?" He didn't turn gentle and demanded a response as she didn't speak the response straight.

Aria fell silent hearing him, why would she let go of such an amazing opportunity to succeed in the fashion industry which would have been her career if she wasn't the CEO.

Her helpless tone sounded with displeasure written on her face, "I don't want to attract unnecessary attention or anybody plotting against our babies..." Then she mischievously grinned raising her head to face him, "And many women will rush to you to get into your pants... How can I fight them with our little buns inside my womb?"

She blinked jutting her lips making a cute face causing him to melt soon but he still stood by his point, "Do you think I will let any woman near me other than you?"

Aria quickly nodded furrowing his brows and she said, "Of course your daughter..."

Alan: "..."

He controlled his urge to facepalm himself and pulled her round chubby cheeks, "Do you want me to throw them away?"

Aria's eyes widened just by the imagination of him tossing their babies away to keep her next to him, "No, no... Our baby is your baby girl, she isn't a woman but a tot."

Nodding in mild satisfaction, he came to the point, "Honey, you will not do anything that will stop you from your smallest dream." He paused seeing her prepared to counter but he continued, "I will not let you prioritize your dreams and goals to last, definitely not for the babies."

"But…"

"No buts." Alan sternly cut her off causing her to pout again and tried, "Whatif ou-"

"No ifs or what-ifs." Alan didn't think twice to shut her negative speculations and saw her puffed her cheeks to show her annoyance due to his dominance but it was also a silent agreement to him.

After a few seconds, she tried to speak, "I…"

"Aria" He cut her off thinking she was again letting her thoughts wander. Aria shut his lips with her palms and stated, "I didn't bring clothes for me to walk the ramp, at last, I have no mood for shopping. Maternity dresses are ugly."

She left him and jutted out her lower lips expecting to hear, 'It's alright.��

But heard a knock on the door and turned to see lazy leaning Vance at the door who raised his hand showing two sets of cloth bags, "Grandfather told me to ask, are you confident about your body?"

Aria didn't quite get it, "I do I guess."

Then he entered inside saying, "He ordered me to tell you to wear a simple outfit for a walking on the ramp layering this." He handed a bag to let her see the content.

Aria removed it to check a designer grey color finely knitted jacket whose one side of the hem could be attached to the shoulder that would hide her baby bump easily without any trace.

Seeing her admiring the jacket, Vince continued placing another bag on the bed, "This is for an evening party."

As a participant and a brand, she has to and she is throwing a party with a lot of big fishes attending due to her famous gown. She was thinking to wear a maxi gown topped with a formal blazer that wouldn't attract attention on the stomach and she will be representing as President only. If she reveals her identity, she needs to be presentable as a designer.

Aria pulled the dress out and gasped. It wasn't any stylish or trendy dress but a short silver sparkly sleeveless dress. The design was made such that the cloth wouldn't rest on her baby bump but move around in very loose-fitting highlighting her flawless shoulder and long legs.

Alan disliked the dress commenting, "My shirt looks longer on you than this."

Aria: "..."

Vince chuckled, wishing Aria, "I will be looking forward to seeing you in his shirt at the party."

Aria ignored their comment and asked in curiosity, "These two are designed by Grandfather Fang, right?" There wasn't a label and he doesn't design for anybody so she was confused.

Vince shook his head causing her to sit back in disappointment, till date, she never got a chance to wear the legend's creation. "They are designed for…" He pointed at her little bump.

Anyhow she still cheered first, "Woah, I'm going to wear his creation." then realized, "You mean Grandfather likes babies."

Vince walked towards the exit of the room saying, "He already kept three months free for babies on your 8th and 9th month and will be with babies on their first month…" He didn't forget to add, "Grandfather returned to the main mansion so you rest now, you will be tired tomorrow."

Alan saw her tense up instead of happy worrying if in case the genetic disease affects their babies and all becomes gloomy.