Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 30: The high-end cocktail party of the General Chamber of Commerce in Ploville was held at the Gold Well Hotel. The hotel resembled a spectacular palace, adorned with luxurious crystal lamps in every corner. The guest list for the night was composed mainly of business elites. This was Candice's first time attending such an event. She was Greyson's plus-one for the evening. Dressed in a pinkish gown, Candice shone like a goddess under the dazzling lights. Her slender figure and flawless appearance were simply enchanting.

The receptionist in charge of check-ins couldn't help but sneak a peek at her, thinking she was incredibly stunning. As Candice and Greyson walked into the hall, all eyes fixed on Candice. She scrunched her face, disliking the attention that came with such occasions. "Let's head over there and have a word with Dr. Wilson," Greyson suggested. He shot Candice a quick glance before adding, "If you start feeling uneasy, we can leave whenever you like." "Alright," Candice agreed. She scoffed inwardly, thinking Greyson was probably hoping she'd leave sooner rather than later. Dr.

Wilson was a renowned figure in the field of biological technology and held a Doctor of Medicine degree. He was accompanied by his wife at the party. As they approached, Greyson suddenly stopped in his tracks and gestured for Candice to loop her arm through his. Candice hesitated briefly, knowing Greyson typically refrained from physical contact with her. But faced with his unwavering gaze, she eventually looped her arm through his. Still, she felt a twinge of discomfort and looked away. With that, Greyson led her over to Dr. Wilson and his wife. "Mr.

Harman, is this stunning lady your wife?" Dr. Wilson inquired with admiration. Lᴀtєst chαptєrs ιn glovеℓ. "What line of work is she in?" Dr. Wilson continued, his interest piqued. "She's a lawyer," Greyson responded with pride. "How impressive. I had no idea that you and your wife were so young and accomplished," Dr. Wilson exclaimed. He placed a hand on Greyson's shoulder and added, "You have excellent taste. I've always heard that those who study medicine and law make a formidable team. Their ways of thinking often align." Greyson beamed and greeted Mrs. Wilson with a polite nod.

"And may I ask, is Mrs. Wilson also a lawyer?" he inquired with interest. "That's right," Dr. Wilson chuckled. "Looks like we have more in common than we thought. Not only do we have similar tastes in women, but we might also share the same views on investment opportunities," Dr. Wilson continued, grinning. Candice couldn't help but roll her eyes at the men's conversation. Similar tastes? Really? She found the situation comical and a little absurd. Greyson noticed Candice's expression and felt a pang of embarrassment.

Instinctively, he tightened his arm around hers, fearing she might pull away. Luckily, the conversation continued without hiccups, and Greyson was grateful for the chance to chat with Dr. Wilson. It was crucial for him to secure the big cooperative project, and he valued the opportunity to discuss it with someone as influential as Dr. Wilson. Dr. Wilson seemed to have a good impression of him. Greyson was convinced he was going to get what he wanted. But fate had other plans. "Hi, Rey," a familiar voice suddenly called out from behind them. Candice's eyes widened in shock.

Greyson whipped his head around in surprise. Madilyn stood there in a stunning white dress adorned with shimmering sequins and high-heeled shoes that made her look even more alluring. Her makeup was exquisite, making her appear delicate and irresistible. Madilyn had clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance that day, determined to look her absolute best. "What are you doing here?" Greyson asked, a frown creasing his forehead as he glared at her. "Rey, my aunt sent me here to broaden my horizons and meet new people.

She thinks it will help me better support you in the future," Madilyn whispered. Her eyes darted to the arm holding Greyson's, which she wanted to rip away. "And who is this lovely lady?" Mrs. Wilson asked, her intuition telling her there was more to the situation than Greyson had let on. "She's my sister," Greyson replied coolly. Candice was shocked by his response. Why would he say Madilyn was his sister when she was actually his cousin, even if they weren't related by blood? Candice couldn't help but admire Mrs. Wilson's perceptiveness as a lawyer.

In fact, Greyson gave such a reply to avoid misunderstandings. His quick thinking in referring to Madilyn as his sister was a testament to his intelligence. . . .