Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 68: Raul inquired, "I need to know, Milton. What's going on? Is it..." It was as though he suddenly recalled something. The expression in Raul's eyes changed. "So, this is about the time you entered the wrong room?" Milton grimaced at the reminder, but he eventually agreed. "Do you still not know who tampered with my wine?" Shaking his head in denial, Raul said, "Things were pretty complicated. Nothing on the security footage suggested what may have happened. Later on, nobody visited Room 8308. There was a glitch with the entry guard system on the top floor of the hotel that night.

It's possible that the wine you drank had a hallucinogenic substance. When I went to look into it on day two, however, I found that all traces of proof had been thoroughly cleaned. Shall we ask Candy to handle this?" "Don't tell her anything. I'll handle it on my own." Milton stopped him. The thought of her finding out such a terrible fact about him made him cringe. He couldn't figure out who the lady was. The wine had been tainted with some drug. It made sense that he had difficulty seeing clearly. Plus, it had been dark in the room, so he couldn't see her face properly.

Of course, he also didn't want to see her. As he recalled the woman who had been with Greyson the other day in the Jenry Building, he felt an instant wave of revulsion. He wanted nothing more than to get rid of that lady right now. Raul pointed out, "I don't know why, but it says 'court mediation.' You must opt for mediation, Milton. Don't go to court over this, all right?" Raul could see that Milton treated Candy in a special way. His reluctance to share this information with her seemed reasonable. Much more somber than before, Milton clutched the court summons in his hand.

After work, Candice left the legal firm. Instead of wearing the emerald bracelet openly, she went and bought a sports wristband to cover it. This was the only way to make her feel truly at ease. Its price was just too high, making it something she had to be very careful not to break. It was late, and the moon was out, curved perfectly as ever. Once she arrived at her apartment and opened the door, she immediately noticed something was off. There had clearly been more than one person in the apartment before she came back. Footprints were all over the doorway.

Explore more fiction on gαℓησνs․ She hurriedly entered and looked around. She was taken aback when she opened the wardrobe. Nothing remained of her old clothes. Everything in the wardrobe was now Milton's. Bettina! Was this how she intended to handle it? Candice had assumed Bettina would meet with Milton to get rid of these items. But apparently, she hadn't. No wonder she was so quick to agree. Bettina had intended to do this all along! Candice reached out and gently caressed her forehead. The more time passed, the more ridiculous Bettina seemed.

But Candice was nearing the end of her tolerance for her. She was still aware that Bettina wanted her to forget about Greyson as soon as possible. Yet, Milton's handsome features came to mind. She felt her head spinning. Avoiding that conceited man would be the smartest move. Bang! Restless as she lay in bed, she thought of today's pregnancy test. She apparently had to make a trip to the hospital to get tested before considering it definitive. She didn't recognize the guy who had slept with her on her wedding night, nor did she get a good look at his face due to the dim lighting.

Naturally, she resisted finding out the truth on some level. Her colleague, Mona, was given full responsibility for the case. Mona told her that the court had made a decision before she left for the day. On Friday, the court would conduct a routine mediation session. She grabbed a pillow and threw it violently against the wall. "Puck!!" Court mediation? That was little more than giving the wealthy an opportunity to deal with the problem outside of the courtroom. There was no way she would agree to mediation! It was about time she made that jerk pay for his mistakes. . . .