Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1348:

Jayden raised an eyebrow. “Who told you that?”

Greg’s response dripped with sarcasm. “It’s the talk of the entire company’s group chat.” He scoffed. “Everyone’s convinced Owen Group is saved with you back. They’re all saying you’ll stop the takeover!”

Jayden nodded solemnly. “They’re correct. If I return, Owen Group will indeed be saved.”

“You think you’re some kind of hero?” Greg burst out. “Owen Group doesn’t need you to survive!”

At that moment, Debora entered. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing Greg. “Shouldn’t you be at your desk working? What are you doing here?”

Greg pointed an accusing finger at Jayden. “I heard he’s here!”noveldrama

“I’m well aware,” Debora snapped back. “I invited him.”

“But he’s a traitor!” Greg’s voice was tinged with disbelief.

“Enough, Greg! Get back to your office and stop parading around like you run this place. You’re in no position to confront Jayden,” Debora’s voice was sharp, her patience clearly worn thin.

With a firm hand, she ushered Greg out of the office, then turned back to Jayden. “Let’s go. We shouldn’t keep Brook waiting any longer.”

Debora led Jayden through the bustling corridors to Brook’s dimly lit office.

Brook appeared worn out, the recent tumultuous events casting shadows across his weary face.

“Brook, Jayden’s arrived. Perhaps you two should have…”

Casting a quick glance at Jayden, then at Brook, Debora noted the lack of invitation in their stoic expressions. With a subtle nod, she excused herself, disappearing as silently as she had entered.

Brook released a heavy sigh, his eyes slowly rising to meet Jayden’s. “Why are you here? After walking out on us, why come back? If you’ve chosen to leave, then keep your distance.”

“I’ve come to propose a partnership. Are you interested?” Jayden countered, his smirk barely concealing his anticipation.

Brook’s confusion flickered momentarily before he gave a slow, contemplative nod.

Elsewhere, Greg stomped back to his desk, fury boiling within him.

Sneaking a call to his parents behind Debora’s back, his voice trembled with outrage.

“Dad! You need to come to the company—Jayden’s returned!” Greg bellowed into the phone. “He’s prancing around as if he owns the place, looking down on everyone here!”

The catharsis of his rant left Greg slightly relieved. Hanging up, he was startled by Debora suddenly at his side, tapping on his desk.

“Good Lord, Debora! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed, quickly averting his gaze.

Debora’s gaze sharpened. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” .

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