Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 297: She exhaled. "But it's all in the past now. From now on, let's maintain a cooperative relationship. That's all I have to say." With that, Candice glanced at her watch and said, "I'm sorry, but I have a hearing this afternoon. I have to go." She then got up and left, leaving Greyson sitting silently with his untouched steak. She never looked back. Greyson clenched his fists in his seat. He did his best to conceal his shock. It wasn't him! He knew very well that he wasn't the one trapped in that cold storage a decade ago. Candice had made a mistake, plain and simple.

Greyson sat silently for what felt like an eternity, lost in thought. It wasn't until the waitress interrupted his reverie that he snapped back to reality. "Sir, I'm sorry, but we need to clean the dining area. How about I move your meal to the coffee area?" she offered, eyeing the untouched plate and his blank expression. Noticing his indifference, she asked, "Do you want me to heat it for you?" Without a word, Greyson rose and shook his head. "No, I'll pay the bill." "The lady who left earlier already paid," the waitress informed him.

Greyson was taken aback, almost stumbling as he left his seat. He clung to the table for support before making his way out of the café. Once on the street, he looked back at the law firm where Candice worked. He knew the man she referred to wasn't him. It was Milton. Your escape is on g Ɐ ln σ ν s․com It seemed fate had brought Milton and Candice together. Greyson couldn't help but think back to high school. He and Milton had little interaction due to their different personalities and interests. Greyson often left the dorm early and returned late, leaving little chance for connection.

He vividly recalled when Milton returned from abroad to participate in a chemistry competition and stayed in their dorm for a few days. However, one night, Milton didn't return to the dorm at all. The next morning, Greyson returned from breakfast to find Milton lying in bed, wrapped in a quilt, his face red and feverish. Yet Greyson paid no attention and didn't inform the dorm supervisor. Instead, he left without a word. Later, since Milton didn't compete due to illness, Greyson was declared the winner. Though he felt a pang of boredom without an opponent, he didn't care about Milton at all.

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