Looking at the flamboyantly colorful woman across from her, Amelia Stuart's bright eyes were filled with deep hostility.
In this world, there were only a few women she liked, and those who clung to her daddy were indeed Amelia Stuart's enemies!
On the sofa across, looking at this tiny little person, Rosanne Nichols was somewhat surprised and her eyes also lit up with curiosity about this petite little child.
She smiled and then got up and came over to sit beside Amelia and Baron Stuart.
"Are you Emily Walker's little daughter?"
Seeing her suddenly sit down next to them, Amelia's delicate little face immediately scrunched up, "Go away, don't come near my daddy!"
At those words, the smile on Rosanne's face deepened, "What, already so young and you know how to chase away your mommy's rivals?"
Amelia proudly lifted her cute chin, "Of course, all of you are bad women, trying to steal my daddy!"
"Pfft—Who told you these words? Your mommy?" Rosanne asked curiously.