Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 524: "I'll have a mocha with two pumps of hazelnut syrup. Make sure there are no almond bits in the cream, and drizzle it with chocolate sauce. Pack it for me." The waitress finally regained her composure. She nearly drooled as she took in the handsome man's features. Quickly wiping her mouth, she responded, "Okay. Would you like anything else to drink?" She sighed inwardly. The gorgeous man already had a girlfriend, she thought. He must be buying that nice coffee for her. What a kind and thoughtful guy! He even remembered how his girl liked her drink.

A moment later, Milton took the coffee and left. He knew Candice liked mocha. At Sunrise Apartment, he had seen her order mocha through a delivery app with detailed notes, so he knew exactly what she preferred. He brought her coffee because he'd seen her rush through lunch and worried she might get a stomachache. He entered the lobby of the Royal Garden Corporation's subsidiary building. As soon as the receptionist spotted Mr. Lopez, she greeted him politely. Milton casually handed her the coffee.

"Please give this to Candice Blake from the Hope Law Firm." The receptionist accepted the package with both hands and a deep bow. "Sure, Mr. Lopez." After that, Milton left in a huff. He didn't go upstairs. The last thing he wanted was to show up unannounced at the Hope Law Firm and cause Candice trouble. What had happened at lunch had really gotten under his skin. He was furious. Judging by his expression just now, it had to be ugly. At night. In a business executive suite of a high-end hotel.

Discover endless worlds on gαℓησνs﹒o The spectacular floor-to-ceiling glass window revealed a chaotic cityscape beyond. Anyone living in this room would be expected to have a splendid time. Sigrid, fresh from her shower, stood by the window with a glass of wine in hand. In the low light, the deep purple liquid swirled slowly in the glass. Suddenly, her phone rang unexpectedly. She narrowed her eyes, exuding a menacing vibe. The investigation she had requested had quickly yielded results. With a sneer, she pressed the answer button. The person on the other end immediately reported back.

Her perceptive eyes gleamed. "Did I hear that right? Candice really suffers from PTSD? Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder? Her parents were killed in a car crash, which she witnessed herself, and she can't stand watching one, right? She can't even drive because of it? Fantastic!" Menacingly, Sigrid burst into unexpected laughter. "So, exposure to a car crash or similar stimuli can make her ill instantly, right? If it's severe enough, it might even cause asphyxia?" she asked. . . .