Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 522: Money didn't matter to her, but her dignity did. It was just a meal, yet she felt as if she had lost her dignity. Sigrid tried to comfort herself, thinking Milton had left in a hurry and hadn't bothered to pay the bill. She had enough money to cover it; that wasn't the issue. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't calm down. Her dislike for Candice grew stronger. She needed to teach Candice a lesson. Sigrid took out her phone and made a call. "Hello, can you help me check a woman's background? Her name is Candice Blake, a lawyer at Hope Law Firm.

I need to find out her weaknesses, family background, and relatives. Be careful-she's a lawyer, so don't leave any trace or let her notice." With that, Sigrid ended the call. In her previous encounters with Candice, she had made mistakes. Now, she needed to find Candice's weak points before launching an attack. Sigrid smiled, confident in her status, wealth, and intelligence. She graduated from a world-famous school and believed she could handle someone like Candice easily. Meanwhile, Candice decisively left the restaurant. Having eaten too much, she felt nauseous.

Candice decided to walk along the street to help with digestion. The food at the high-end Western restaurant was impressive, but to Candice, it tasted like chewing wax. How could she enjoy the meal while upset? She sensed she was in a bad mood. Her blood pulsed wildly in her temples, making her head heavy and dizzy. The noon sun shone too brightly, forcing her to squint. Candice sought refuge under the shade of a tree. When she spotted a café nearby, she decided to buy herself a cup of coffee.

gαℓησνs․çom has it all The waitress asked, "Excuse me, what type of coffee would you like?" "Iced Americano," Candice replied without hesitation. "Okay." The waitress punched in the order and asked, "Would you like it packed or to drink here?" "I'll drink it here," Candice answered. Suddenly, Candice was taken aback. Why had she ordered the iced Americano that Milton always drank? He was careful about his calorie intake and had developed a habit of drinking this particular coffee. Why had she chosen his favorite coffee? It wasn't like she was bringing it to him. Damn it!

She should have ordered a mocha instead. She wanted to change the order, but the coffee was already being made. After a while, the waitress placed the coffee on the counter and said, "Miss, your iced Americano is ready." Candice approached the counter, grabbed the coffee, and left. . . .