Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 315: It was the smallest straight. But it beat the three aces. With a slight shrug, Milton threw the cards to the center of the table and said, "Sorry, Greyson. I win." Then he took back his watch from the pile of chips and put it back around his wrist. His movements were deliberate and elegant, exuding a noble aura. He then stood up, walked straight to Greyson, and mused, "Sometimes, a tiny change turns big tides." With his hands behind his back, Greyson clenched his fists. He was so sure he would win against Milton. He didn't expect the tables to turn on him in the end.

At this moment, he'd never felt more embarrassed in his entire life. Greyson understood what Milton meant. He scoffed, "Really? A tiny change? How long have you known her? What tiny change of yours could change her love for me after the last decade? Are you really that confident? She's wrapped around my finger, Milton. I can make her come back to me with a wave of my hand." Hearing that, Milton narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth. If it weren't for the other guests around, he would've already punched Greyson in the mouth for basically calling Candice his possession.

But he chose to take a deep breath and keep his cool. He turned to Musa and said, "The chips are yours, Mr. Turner. Do with them as you please. And if you gentlemen don't mind, I would like to speak with Mr. Harman alone." Milton didn't want everyone watching as he and Greyson cryptically fought over Candice. Musa nodded and then said to the others, "Come, everyone. Let's drink some more over there and talk about an exciting new investment opportunity in the field of energy. I'll introduce it to you." "Okay. Let's go." gαℓησvℓs․com hosts exclusive updates The others agreed and followed Musa.

Soon, only Milton and Greyson were left face-to-face in the large booth. Beside them was the floor-to-ceiling window. The dark night outside was like an endlessly sprawling black blanket, dotted in places with tiny city lights that looked like stars. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Milton didn't say anything. He just sat there, staring at Greyson with sharp, fiery eyes. "The others are gone. What do you want to say to me?" Greyson asked coldly.

Milton took out his phone from his pocket and replied in an equally icy tone, "You really think you can make her come back to you with a wave of your hand? Okay. Since you're so certain of that, why don't we go ahead and test it? Let's call her and see which one of us she answers." Hearing that, Greyson squinted at Milton. His temples throbbed at the sheer ridiculousness of the suggestion. But who would Candice answer? Honestly, Greyson wasn't really sure. . . .