Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 235: Now, everything made sense. Milton's personality and behavior fit perfectly with what had happened. She would never have guessed that when Madilyn hired thugs to kill her, Milton would come to her rescue not once, but twice. Milton noticed her expression and sensed something was troubling her. "What's the matter?" he asked. Candice's lips trembled slightly as she fought to keep the traumatic memories at bay. Shaking her head, she said, "Nothing. I just didn't expect you to be such a brave and righteous person. You didn't even leave your name after what happened.

I'm just a little surprised." He was taken aback by her sudden change in tone. As he was about to respond, she quickly interrupted, "Why have you been following me all this time? Where's your car? Did you drive today or not?" Milton quickly pulled out his phone and dialed his driver's number. Glancing at a road sign, he said, "The car is parked in the underground garage of the Hyatt Hotel. You can drive it over. I'm currently at No. 543, Souware Road." After hanging up, he turned to Candice and said, "I'll give you a ride.

Public security has been terrible lately, and I don't want Grady to cause any more trouble for you. What case are you working on exactly?" Pausing for a moment, he added, "I won't get involved, but if you're in danger, I won't stand idly by." Candice was still in shock from the truth she had just learned, standing by the roadside as she tried to process everything. When Milton offered her a ride, she did not refuse. "Grady has given me all the information I wanted. At present, he doesn't dare make trouble for me. It's my private matter and none of your concern," Candice said firmly.

Curious, she asked Milton, "What about you? Did the prosecutors in Thonde contact you again?" "No," Milton replied, shaking his head. Read more at gαlnσνℯs․com Candice couldn't help but glance at his arm. She didn't want to ask, but her conscience got the better of her. It was, after all, a visible reminder of the danger he faced because of her. She casually surveyed the street and shops. "How's your injury?" she asked, her tone mockingly casual. Milton noticed the awkwardness in her expression and smiled. "Do you want to see for yourself?" he teased.

He took off his suit jacket, draped it over his shoulder, and rolled up his shirt sleeve to reveal the injury. Candice hesitated before replying, "No, that's alright." Still, she couldn't resist sneaking a glance. To her surprise, Milton seemed to have recovered quickly since last night. His wound was exposed and covered only by a thin layer of powder-no gauze or medical dressing in sight. . . .