No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 179

The big boss was like a phantom-always around but never seen, yet he seemed to know everything that happened in the company.

Conrad's anger was palpable as he turned it towards Grant. "Refusing to cooperate? Do you even know who you're talking to? Do you know who I am?"

At that moment, Conrad looked like a caricature of a greedy landowner, exuding a sleaziness that was hard to ignore.

Grant, clutching a coffee mug, had this smirk on his face that wasn't making it to his eyes.

"My boss said he knows exactly who you are, and that's precisely why we're not doing business with you."

His words were few but packed a punch.

Conrad was on the verge of exploding, his voice turning fierce. "Who is your boss? Does he not want to operate in Seabreeze City anymore?"

"My boss mentioned that even if we have to leave Seabreeze City, we still wouldn't collaborate with you," Grant's words were as sweet as they were

venomous.

Conrad's face turned a shade of purple, visibly seething. "Fine, you just wait. And pass the message to your so-called boss."

"Sure, my boss also asked me to tell Mr. Wagner to bring it on!" Grant's words were like a direct challenge.

The veins on Conrad's forehead throbbed dangerously. I was genuinely worried he might punch Grant right in his smirking face.

But Conrad restrained himself. After glaring at Grant for a few more seconds, he turned to me. "Felicia, I know you're soft-hearted and hate dragging others down. Walk away with me today, and all will be forgotten. If you refuse, don't blame me for making the company pay for your stubbornness." When soft words and persistence failed, Conrad resorted to threats.

Despite being raised by the Wagner family, the stubborn streak my parents instilled in me was deep-rooted.

"Conrad, if I were someone you could easily intimidate, we wouldn't have come to this point," I told him. "If you dare, you'd be destroying the last shred of respect between us."

"You've already discarded me; what respect is left?" he cursed openly.

I didn't want to argue here, especially not in front of my colleagues. I issued him a firm, "Mr. Wagner, you can leave now."

Conrad's hand twitched as if he was fighting the urge to either strangle me or drag me away.

Grant timely intervened, "Director

et

Hudson, if you're not showing the guest out, perhaps you could come to my office. I have something to discuss."

That sounded good. I was eager to talk as well.

Following Grant, I left Conrad, who looked like he was about to explode.

"Mr. Smith, who exactly is the big boss? How does he know about today's events?" I asked as soon as we entered Grant's office.

This mystery, coupled with his

protective

stance, especially his

because of me, was intrigue

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"I spilled it. How else would he know? He's not a mind reader," Grant replied casually, his demeanor lacking any seriousness.

"Why would he terminate the partnership? Does he know Conrad?" I probed further.

Grant, grinding coffee, his hands as elegant as they were against the dark machine, was a sight to behold.

"Maybe, I'm not entirely sure," he said, offering me a smile that managed to be both sunny and enigmatic.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I bit my lip, surveying Grant's office for any sign of the elusive boss.

Taking a deep breath, I asked directly, "Mr. Smith, when will the big boss visit the office?"

"That's... hard to say. Maybe by the

end of the year? He doesn't really pay much attention to the company," Grant's response was almost eye-roll inducing.

His lack of concern didn't match the action taken on my behalf.

I couldn't help but laugh mockingly, "So, according to Mr. Smith, the big boss is just a figurehead."

"Pretty much," Grant nodded, agreeing before adding, "But sometimes, he exercises his rights as a boss, like today."