Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 453: Essie nodded gratefully, feeling the weight lift from her shoulders. When she opened the check, her eyes widened in disbelief. It was ten million dollars! Greyson's generosity was overwhelming. She could never have earned that much money in her lifetime. Suddenly, she felt relieved. She had financial security and a promising future. What else could she possibly need? She crumpled the note with the phone number of the man who had inquired about Candice's pregnancy and tossed it into the trash. Even if he was the father of Candice's child, it had nothing to do with her.

Essie had no intention of contacting him again. Suddenly, Essie stood and said, "Please rest assured, sir. As long as I live, I will keep Candice's pregnancy a secret. I will never betray you." Greyson narrowed his eyes as he picked up the coffee from the table and took a few sips. The bitter liquid flowed down his throat, sharpening his senses. He pointed to the ticket on the table and said, "There are still two hours before boarding. I've called a taxi for you. It's time for you to leave for the airport." Essie bowed repeatedly, expressing her gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Harman.

I'm leaving now." With her suitcase in hand, she left the room. As Greyson watched her leave, a deep smile spread across his face. He was determined to win Candice over again, no matter what it took. At the police station, Madilyn was escorted to a special reception room. The officer who accompanied her opened the door and spoke in a cold tone. "Go in." Perplexed, Madilyn inquired, "Who wishes to see me?" She had been confined for several days, yet no one had bothered to visit her. Although her family members could visit her by applying for permission, none of them had come.

Meanwhile, Rachel was released on bail, leaving Madilyn alone to suffer in the dreary environment. |∆†€$† ¢₳þŧëяŞ ¡η gałnøνεlŞ.cø₥ "Save your questions. You'll find out soon enough." The impatient officer gave her a forceful shove and shut the door behind her. Trembling with unease, Madilyn cautiously walked inside. The man stood with his back to her, clad in a black windbreaker. As Madilyn approached him, she was stunned. It was him! It was the wicked man! Swiftly approaching the man, Madilyn took a seat across from him and exclaimed, "It's you! Finally, you've shown up.

Find a way to secure my release immediately. I can't endure another moment in this place." The man squinted and scrutinized Madilyn's appearance. "You seem unwell." "If you'd like, you're welcome to stay here for a few days." Madilyn subconsciously adjusted her prison uniform and scratched her itchy scalp. Ever since her arrival, she hadn't washed her hair, leaving her scalp uncomfortable. The cramped living space and musty-smelling blankets were a far cry from her accustomed way of life. How could she tolerate this when she was used to being pampered? . . .