Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 170: The expression on Greyson's face changed dramatically. "You've been in love with me for a damn decade! The idea that you could fall for someone else so quickly baffles me. Are you sure you like Milton?" With scorn in his eyes, he regarded her. "That's right. You were so bold back then you just came up to me and asked me to marry you. Now you plan to use the same strategy to get close to Milton, right? You're a total bitch, Candice!" "Are you done?!" Candice asked abruptly. She suddenly realized how absurd she had been.

She shouldn't have sat in the car listening to him disrespect her like that! The fact that she had loved him, only to see that love trampled upon by him, was the worst mistake she had ever made. Honestly, he left her feeling cheap. There was no better word to describe it-cheap. Her affection for him was cheap in his eyes. Finally, he had expressed his innermost thoughts. She had continued to pursue him, which made her seem cheap. But how could he possibly criticize her for being persistent with Milton? It was insane! She had never chosen to be near Milton on her own.

She tried hard to suppress her anger. It wasn't even worth it. After their divorce, they were strangers. As such, they could only work together-there was nothing else to discuss. Greyson clenched his teeth in rage. Part of him knew he had gone too far, but he refused to take back his words. He didn't care as long as he could keep her away from Milton. "Well, that's all from me. Consider my proposal to reacquire the Blake Group on your behalf. I'm going to work up a strategy for you. "As for money, don't worry.

Leave it to me." After what happened with the ballet troupe, Greyson had no desire for Milton to interfere with his acquisition of the Blake Group. Lᴀtst chαptєrs in ɢlnovels. "Then, could you kindly unlock the door? I want to get out!" Candice said in a cold tone. She was completely done arguing with him. If she still cared, she would have continued. "I'll drive you home." Greyson frowned. "Don't bother." Candice snapped. "We're not that close, Mr. Harman. Stop wasting your time. You have no right to restrict my movement.

I could call the cops on you." With narrowed brows and restrained anger, Greyson unlocked the door. Candice opened it, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door behind her. Greyson dimmed the interior lights and peered through the dark window. Soon, Candice was out of sight as she headed toward the metro. He loosened his tie as an unexpected tightness settled in his chest. . . .