Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 141: After that, the two girls pulled Madilyn away. Having followed Candice the whole way, Milton saw it all. The lady's name was Madilyn, he knew. He heard all her insults. The night market was really loud. Candice was no longer in sight, having disappeared into the vast sea of people before him. He had lost track of her. At the press conference of the Royal Ballet Troupe, following the merger of Harman Pharma and Harmony Hospital, they were now known as the Harman Group. The press conference was scheduled for ten o'clock this morning.

The Harman Group owned the largest share of the Royal Ballet Troupe and was the biggest shareholder. At the event, Madilyn would be introduced as the new lead of the troupe. In the eyes of the media, Madilyn was a relative of the Harman family, so it made sense that the Harmans would make her the lead of the ballet troupe. That day, Madilyn got up early and called the stylist to the Harman family's house to dress her up. She donned a high-end suit, making herself look more like an elite professional. She had never dressed like this before, and now she felt particularly satisfied with herself.

Candice was just a lawyer. What was the big deal? How could she compare to the new lead of a ballet troupe? God knew she couldn't. Thinking of this, Madilyn twirled and beamed in front of the mirror. She couldn't wait for the event to start. The press conference was to be held at the headquarters of the Royal Ballet Troupe. The large venue was prepared on the first floor. A red carpet was laid out at the entrance to welcome all the attendees and media. The event was clearly designed to be grand, with congratulatory baskets of flowers everywhere.

When Madilyn arrived and got out of the car, cameras started flashing nonstop. She smiled and greeted everyone. Lᴀτєѕτ chⲁρτєrs ιn glovєls. When she reached the venue, she saw her seat on the stage. The seat next to hers had been reserved for Greyson. Golden cards with their names marked their respective places onstage. Madilyn took out her phone and checked it. Two hours earlier, she had sent Greyson a message. "Don't forget to be at the press conference at ten o'clock," "Rey." "I have an operation to perform. I'll be running late," Greyson replied.

People were starting to arrive and take their seats. Madilyn couldn't help feeling flustered because Greyson might not make it on time. What kind of operation was so important that he had to perform it himself? Moreover, he didn't say how late he would be. . . .