Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 147: "I can sense that something's off. Could Mr. Harman be having an affair?" "Is Madilyn his lover?" Greyson quickly clarified, "We are just relatives." Madilyn, feeling even more furious at his remark, tightly grabbed her sleeves. Greyson shot Madilyn a look and said, "You should leave now. I don't need you here." The troupe's public relations director signaled for the staff to clear a path for Madilyn to leave. With tears in her eyes and gritted teeth, Madilyn stamped her feet in anger before storming off.

Greyson, always aware of his public image, immediately acted to protect his reputation. Once Madilyn was gone, Greyson turned to face Milton. "Give me a reason for firing her." Milton sneered in response, "There is no particular reason. She offended someone she shouldn't have." As he spoke, his eyes landed on Candice, who was standing nearby. Seeing the tension between Greyson and Milton, Candice felt uneasy and worried they might get into another fight like last time. She quickly went to the stage, hoping to intervene and calm them down.

As Candice approached, Milton's gaze shifted from Greyson to her beautiful face. "Since you can't control her, I had to do it in your stead," Milton sneered. Greyson turned around and saw Candice standing there. Without hesitation, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her onto the stage, and held her close. Before Candice could react, Greyson had involved her in the conflict, making it difficult for her to leave. "It's none of your business," Greyson said coldly with a smile. "Since you have your eyes on the ballet troupe, I don't mind offering it to you.

My wife and I will leave first." He emphasized "my wife." Feel the magic at gαℓησνs․cο Milton's expression changed dramatically. His face twisted in anger as he watched Greyson holding Candice's wrist, ready to leave. He acted on impulse and reached out to grab Candice's other wrist. "Don't go with him," he said through gritted teeth. Greyson held Candice's right wrist, while Milton gripped her left. She was trapped between the two of them. Her mind felt completely shut down. The prior rumors lingered-what did Milton want now? Why was he publicly holding her wrist?

She tried her best to signal him to release her, but he refused. Instead, he tightened his grip and pulled her closer. . . .