Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 291: Madilyn's face darkened. Of course she wanted a baby with Greyson. But to get pregnant, she and Greyson would have to sleep together-and he had never touched her. "I don't know yet, Auntie. And how could I get pregnant right now? Greyson and Candice haven't even publicly announced their divorce." Rachel gritted her teeth. "Damn that Candice! She ruins everything! You know what? Forget it. The birthday party of the Yamonia embassy's wife is coming soon. We'll do it as planned and make Candice miscarry." "Well... don't worry. I know what to do.

We just have to wait for that day," Madilyn said, her eyes full of malice. Rachel glared at Madilyn again and snapped, "Get pregnant with Greyson's child as soon as possible. I don't care what method you use. Use tricks if you have to. There's still some medicine left from last time, right? Try that again." Since Greyson tightened control over the Harman family's money, Rachel had been agitated. She hated being treated like a kept dog. Her financial status and standing in the Harman family now depended entirely on Greyson's will.

After all, she had never given birth to a son or daughter for the Harman family. All her hopes were pinned on Madilyn. All Madilyn had to do was conceive with Greyson and give birth to an heir or heiress to carry on the Harman family's name and wealth. With that, Rachel was certain of her foothold in the Harman family. Madilyn looked malevolent, brewing a scheme. It seemed she had no choice but to act. She didn't even dare imagine what would happen if she stayed put and did nothing. She turned, looked toward Candice's office, and narrowed her eyes. Damn it!

Candice was getting more and more capable. It was time to make her suffer. Meanwhile, after sending Rachel and Madilyn away, Greyson walked back into Candice's law firm. Lαtєѕt chαptєrs in gαlnovєls.cοm He knocked on the door of her office and then entered. Candice was back at work, fully focused, but she knew Greyson had stepped in. "I can't talk right now, Mr. Harman. I have loads of work. Just set up an appointment at the front desk for another day." "That's fine. I'll wait for you. Let's have lunch later.

I don't need an appointment to share a meal with you, do I?" Greyson replied, making himself comfortable on the sofa. He looked calm. Candice snapping at him didn't faze him at all. It shocked Candice. She took a deep breath, decided to ignore him, and continued writing the indictment she was working on. Greyson looked around her office. It was a simple room with framed certificates and accolades hanging on the walls, showcasing her impressive credentials. He glanced at Candice from time to time. She was immersed in her work, which he found especially charming.

He had never had the chance to sit back and truly appreciate her before. . . .