Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 471: She understood why Milton frequently invited her to sail. The sea possessed a mystical quality that could instill calm and tranquility in them. Both sunset and sunrise painted stunning scenes. As darkness enveloped the sky, the yacht's navigation lights automatically illuminated, resembling a lone star in the vast sea. As the yacht approached the dock, Milton rose and headed to the helm, steering the yacht to its berth. Once docked, Candice disembarked via the automatically extending gangway. Back in the Bentley, Milton started the engine and drove away from the private dock.

Throughout the entire journey, they never exchanged a word. Milton didn't inquire about her destination. Candice didn't bring it up either. The Bentley sped along the coastline, merged onto an elevated road, and eventually entered a bustling street. Vibrant neon lights illuminated the night, their liveliness starkly contrasting the somber atmosphere inside the car. Judging by their course, Milton wasn't driving back to the Lopez family residence, nor was he heading toward Sunrise Apartment.

Candice gazed out the window in silence, her thoughts wandering aimlessly, as if aboard a train with no known destination. She didn't care. She merely awaited the car's eventual stop. After what felt like an eternity, the Bentley finally came to a halt. "Get out," Milton uttered, his first words of the night. He remained in the driver's seat, evidently unwilling to see her off. Candice bowed her head, unbuckled her seatbelt, and exited the car. As soon as the door closed, Milton hit the gas. The Bentley roared away like an impatient sword eager to be rid of its sheath.

Stay tuned at gαℓησνℓs․com Candice watched the receding vehicle, her emotions a whirlwind. He was angry. That was how he should be. That was precisely what she wanted, wasn't it? Turning around, she recognized the familiar villa before her. It was the Blake family's villa. She was finally home! Candice couldn't believe Milton had sent her back to the Blake family villa. It was clear the surroundings had been renovated. The road was freshly paved, new greenery had been planted, and landscape lighting lined the area. No wonder she hadn't recognized the villa earlier.

She distinctly recalled Milton mentioning his business blueprint, which included a hundred-story senior residence building with various commercial facilities and a top private high school nearby. After reconstruction, her home was supposed to be the music fountain in the central garden. However, as she looked around now, it didn't match his description. It looked more like a cluster of high-end villas surrounding a central park. Some areas were cordoned off, seemingly in preparation for rebuilding. . . .