Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 332: Boden hesitated and sighed, "Well, the Lopez family are all hopeless romantics. Maybe it's inherited. Remember his father, Arlo..." Suddenly, Anson interrupted and put his finger to his lips. "Don't talk about that." Boden immediately shut his mouth. He had forgotten the topic was taboo in the Lopez family-no one was allowed to mention it. Milton didn't know the others were talking about him. He stared at his phone, waiting for Candice to reply. He was confused by her silence and felt she had more to say.

Time flew by, and he was absent-minded during the creditors' meeting, not realizing how much he had absorbed. As the meeting was about to end, it was the Royal Garden Corporation's turn to bid. Milton was still in a trance when Anson called out to him, "Mr. Lopez, it's time to bid." Milton was stunned but quickly recovered his senses. He was about to bid when he suddenly paused. He wondered if he should ask Candice what she wanted to say. He figured she had something important to share. However, Boden grew impatient and urged, "Mr. Lopez, there are already five bidders.

You'd better hurry up." Just then, the door to the meeting room suddenly opened. A clear, sweet female voice shouted, "Don't bid!" Milton looked toward the voice and revealed a look of joy. It was her. She was here. Candice rushed to the Royal Garden Corporation and arrived as quickly as she could. The receptionist recognized her immediately and informed her that Milton was in a meeting. She escorted Candice to the CEO's exclusive elevator. Within half an hour, Candice reached the exclusive meeting room on the top floor. She pushed the door open and shouted, "Don't bid!

Press pause on that!" All the founding members and directors turned to look at her in surprise, their eyes full of confusion. Ga ln ovels . com fuels your imagination Boden was the first to react and snapped, "Who are you? Which department are you in? You are so rude! How dare you interrupt a high-level management meeting?" Anson glanced at Candice, pushed Boden aside, and said, "She's not an employee of our group. She's that married woman Milton was involved with. Speaking of the devil." That morning, when Candice had gone to the hospital, she was in quite a hurry.

She was dressed in a light pink suit, hardly appropriate for a meeting of this level. On top of her inappropriate attire, she barged in and started shouting. Of course, she wasn't welcomed. But regardless of what everyone in the room thought, Milton stood up and strode toward the door. Under the watchful eyes of the company's founding members and directors, he took Candice's hand and led her into the meeting room. . . .