Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 308: Madilyn nodded and pretended to be sympathetic as she replied, "I know. I won't interfere. I'll try to persuade Aunt to be more open-minded. After all, you're doing this for our own good." She breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Greyson did not intend to purchase the Blake Group for Candice. Besides, Madilyn had stayed outside Greyson's apartment last night and found no trace of Candice. That meant Candice wasn't living with Greyson at all. Greyson nodded and softened his tone. "Alright.

Return to your office and don't ask for leave so casually, okay?" After speaking, he sat at his desk and reviewed the documents. Madilyn nodded but didn't leave. Instead, she slowly approached him. Seeing he didn't object, she got closer until she could touch him. "Rey, I can't wait to get married next year. You can do whatever you want with me. I won't mind." Madilyn thought she had made herself very clear. She had even dressed up deliberately, looking stunning. However, Greyson looked up from the documents and replied gravely, "Maddy, I'm sorry. I can't marry you.

If you find someone you like, the Harman family will prepare a generous dowry for you. We won't treat you poorly." The smile on Madilyn's face froze. She thought she had misheard. Did he say he couldn't marry her? He had promised to marry her and vowed never to change his mind. How long had it been since that promise? Her eyes reddened as she asked hoarsely, "Have you changed your mind? Is it because of Candice? Have you fallen for her?" A hint of embarrassment flashed across Greyson's face. He stood hurriedly, dismissing her accusations as he gently pushed her toward the door.

"It's all in your head. It has nothing to do with her. Get back to work. I'll explain later." Ltst chptrs in gαlovels.cøm He then quickly shut the door, avoiding her face filled with doubt and resentment. Shutting the door, Greyson took a deep breath. However, it wasn't enough to ease his sour mood. Looking back at Madilyn's tearful face, he felt neither pity nor sympathy; instead, a slight disgust surfaced. He no longer had any affection for her. And he wasn't sure how things had come to this point. He wouldn't make any promises to Madilyn until he was certain of his decision.

Greyson returned to his desk, opened the safe, and took out materials related to the Blake Group. Handling numerous complicated chemical formulas, he repeated his deductions on a scrap piece of paper. Recently, his technical research had made no progress. Without a breakthrough, he felt no reason to trouble Candice. . . .