Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 317: If she didn't answer after he pressed it, he would feel both embarrassed and humiliated. Milton stood with his arms crossed over his chest, giving Greyson a cold, unreadable look. "You know what?" he said with a hint of provocation. "It doesn't matter how long you've known each other." Those words only made Greyson angrier and more impulsive. His blood boiled with frustration, coursing all the way to his fingertips. In a sudden burst of emotion, Greyson pressed the call button. Milton narrowed his eyes, watching intently as Greyson hit the button.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering if Candice would answer. His heart raced and he held his breath as he waited. One... two... three... As the phone rang, Milton's breath grew faster and faster. Meanwhile, Greyson's eyes remained fixed on the screen. He was so nervous his breath felt stuck in his chest. The tension was palpable. Four... Five... After the sixth beep, the call was directly rejected. Greyson's face darkened considerably. He took a deep breath to calm himself. The rush of fresh air nearly choked him, but he managed to keep his composure.

Milton couldn't help but smile as he watched Greyson's figure. Candice had answered his call, not his rival's. He was overjoyed. His efforts had paid off, and she finally recognized his hard work. Milton didn't want to make things awkward for Greyson, so he shrugged and said, "Well, the result speaks for itself. I'm leaving now." Your story source galnovℯ․cøm With that, he turned and began to walk away. As he passed Greyson, he glanced back and said, "Let's start over and compete fairly. No need to blame anyone." With those words, Milton strode away confidently.

Greyson stood still, clenching his fists so tightly he almost shattered his phone screen. Start over? Was Milton suggesting that he should divorce Candice to return to square one? To compete again? Damn it! Greyson seethed with anger. He realized Milton had no idea Candice had already divorced him. It seemed she kept that promise to keep it a secret. Furious that Milton had provoked him and coveted what was his, Greyson struck the glass window with his palm. His fingers slid down the smooth surface, leaving behind marks.

Meanwhile, at Sunrise Apartment, Candice tossed her phone aside and stared at the dark screen. She hadn't expected Greyson to call right after she answered Milton's call. . . .