Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 67: "You must have dated a few girlfriends by now, right?" Milton asked. "Was there a single one who was in love with someone else when you started pursuing her and..." He couldn't continue. That left Raul confused. "What? You misjudged. I've never had to pursue a female because they all come after me!" Milton couldn't believe this guy! Raul spread his hands and said, "So, what's your question?" Milton grimaced. "As an example, imagine a woman who has been in love with someone for ten years.

How do you win her heart and make her want to be with you forever?" Raul, taken aback, rushed to Milton. "I'm pretty sure you don't have a fever," he remarked, touching Milton's forehead. Taking a quick look at Milton, he asked, "What is it with you? Why waste your time trying to win the heart of a lady who has been committed to someone else for ten years when there are other beautiful women in Ploville who would give their right arm to marry you?" Weakened by shame, Milton protested, "I didn't say it was me." "That's better." Raul exhaled a breath of relief.

"You had me scared to death there, man! I really thought you'd lost your mind! Ten damn years! Ten! Well, she's probably already married and raising kids with the guy. That means having an affair with her would be what you're doing." Milton didn't respond. He narrowed his eyes. She had unequivocally told him that he had never kissed her. Raul cast a wary glance at Milton, feeling uneasy about him today. "What prompted this question? Can you honestly say you're not referring to yourself?" He reminded him, "You are a well-known person, Milton. Think carefully before acting.

In any case, you should not go any further with whatever you're contemplating!" He knew Milton well. He had always been chaste and disinterested in women. It was unlikely for him to have come up with such a question on the fly. Ga ln ovels . com fuels your imagination Milton fixed his gaze on Raul. "I got that from an article. Weren't you going to get me some medicine for the cold? Go on!" Raul scratched his nose. "Fine." It was clear that Milton was not in a good mood today, so Raul knew he had to move with caution around him. He suddenly felt uneasy.

The issue of Milton entering the wrong hotel room and sleeping with Greyson's newlywed bride had not been resolved yet. They didn't want more trouble. He made his way to the reception area. The receptionist stopped him with courtesy, saying, "Mr. Hinks, the messenger is here. Could you please sign this envelope addressed to Mr. Lopez for him?" "Sure." Raul took it casually. "The Municipal Court" written on the envelope caught him off guard. What exactly had Milton been up to? Either a summons or a judgment was expected from the court.

There was currently no pending case, so it seemed he would be receiving a summons. Raul hastily entered the elevator once again. He entered Milton's office without the courtesy of knocking. Milton turned around, maybe not expecting his immediate return. Raul gave him the envelope with a stern expression on his face. Milton scowled when he read the words "The Municipal Court." In Raul's presence, he ripped open the envelope. It contained a summons. The case reference number was 24768. The action was motivated by criminal private prosecution. The judge had summoned Milton to the courtroom.

Court mediation was the basis for the summons. On Friday at 10 am, he was expected to show up at the mediation office of the Municipal Court. Raul questioned whether his eyes were deceiving him. "What? A criminal private prosecution? It's not a legal dispute, right? Just what is going on, Milton?" The expression in Milton's eyes became colder than ever. It had to be her! The woman in the heavy rain! She had said they'd meet in court! He had been under the impression that she would back out. Unexpectedly, she didn't!

The court summons he received was the first in his entire life, and it was related to a criminal matter. . . .