Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 46: Greyson had started the car at this point. As soon as he realized who Candice was speaking with, he slammed on the gas pedal, and the car shot off at full speed. As a result of the force, Candice was struggling to sit still. She wasn't in the mood to talk on the phone. "I'm already in the car. In thirty minutes, I'll arrive at Royal Garden Corporation." After making that short statement, she promptly ended the call. To her, there was a good chance that Bettina had given Milton her number.

As she preferred email over phone calls for professional purposes, she had never given her clients her phone number. Greyson, who was behind the wheel, kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Candice looked lost as she gazed out of the window. There was complete silence during the drive. The atmosphere hadn't changed from how it used to be; it was always awkward. Candice would occasionally initiate a conversation to alleviate the tension in the past, and he would sometimes reciprocate. Yet, Candice did not speak this time.

It was then that Greyson realized how little common ground the two of them had. And he understood for the first time how little he really knew about her. Greyson felt a bit hot at this point, perhaps because the atmosphere in the vehicle was too suffocating. As a result, he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Yet it did nothing to alleviate the anxiety in his chest or the shortness of breath he was experiencing. He could only fully activate the air conditioner.

But as he saw Candice tightening her coat around her in the rearview mirror, he lowered the air conditioning to its minimum setting. The ride was uncomfortable for both of them from start to finish. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Royal Garden Corporation, an instantly recognizable structure in Ploville. With its metal-gray exterior walls, it soared into the sky, looking imposing and spectacular. Greyson parked the vehicle in front of the entrance.

Lightly, he said, "Well, here you go." Candice grabbed her bag and replied, "Thank you." She then exited the vehicle and entered the lobby of Royal Garden Corporation. Greyson didn't rush off. Instead, he moved the car ahead a little. Just two minutes later, he spotted a limited-edition Bentley pull up abruptly at the gate of Royal Garden Corporation in his rearview mirror. Greyson calculated the time: from when he contacted Candice until now, Milton had spent less than twenty minutes arriving. He must have driven at maximum speed.

Immediately upon parking, Milton stepped out of the vehicle, tossed the key to the nearby guard, and entered the building. Through the mirror, Greyson watched as Candice and Milton boarded the elevator. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the center console. Normally, Greyson hardly smoked, especially not in the car. But now, he lit a cigarette and took two quick puffs. What he was feeling eluded him. Was the relationship between Candice and Milton really just professional? Given Milton's wealth and influence, he didn't need to handle things personally.

So what was the point of him rushing here? The thought upset Greyson more and more. He bit off the tip of the cigarette. In the end, his family was always his top priority. After reclaiming Harmony Hospital, he still had a long to-do list. At this moment, he could not afford to spend his mental resources on anything else. Thus, Greyson restarted the car and drove away. In the office on the top floor of Royal Garden Corporation, Raul's jaw dropped as he saw Milton and Candice enter the room simultaneously. "Didn't you go to visit Universe Financial Group today, Milton?

Why did you return so quickly? And you, Candice, what brings you here? Did you meet downstairs? Or am I missing something?" Milton glanced at Raul from the corner of his eye, clearly annoyed by Raul's chatter. "What can I do for you, Mr. Lopez?" Candice asked politely. "Have a seat, please," Raul welcomed warmly. Candice sat on the sofa. She glanced around, stunned by Milton's office. Rather than an office, it resembled a viewing platform on the top floor. Check gⱯlnσvℓs․cøm for more chapters . . .