Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 946:

For years, Hackett had ruled over the association, overseeing annual revenues that exceeded a million dollars under normal circumstances. And now Alexander expected him to give it up just like that?

Alexander’s tone remained indifferent. “Have you not grasped the situation yet? Daniela is coming for you and the others. I may not know the full story, but based on what I do know, there’s only one reason she would go to such lengths. Brylee’s death.”

Hackett’s chest tightened.

Then, Alexander delivered his next words with unwavering certainty. “You were involved in Brylee’s death. That’s why Daniela wants revenge. Do you really think your association is worth more than a human life?”

Hackett didn’t hesitate. “Of course! My association is my life’s work! No one’s life—especially not Brylee’s—compares to it!”noveldrama

Alexander exhaled lightly, almost amused. “Then you’d better think carefully. You’ve seen what Daniela is capable of. Would you rather end up with nothing? Or lose the association but keep Graves Group intact? Take your time deciding.”

Hackett’s gaze darkened with suppressed rage.

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his voice steady. “The first twenty-four hours in PR are critical. You don’t need me to remind you of that, do you? If you don’t make a decision now, I won’t be able to pull you out of this mess.”

Hackett stood stiffly, his fists clenching at his sides.

His voice shook with barely contained fury—losing the association felt like tearing away a piece of himself. But Alexander’s composed demeanor made one thing painfully clear: he had no other options.

A long silence stretched between them before Hackett finally spat out, “Fine! But I have one condition. I want Cedric dead. I want Daniela to lose the man she loves forever!”

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸𝗰𝗈𝗺

Behind the partition, Alexander’s lips curled into a slow, calculated smile. “As you wish.”

Once the agreement was signed, Hackett’s voice turned cold. “Now tell me—how do we fight back?”

Alexander let out a low, mirthless chuckle. “Cedric released a recording that painted you as someone who disrespects women. You’ll counter with footage of Cedric drinking, getting cozy with your three daughters, and later, entering a hotel with them. After that, you…”

His voice dropped, every syllable laced with quiet, lethal intent.

Hackett’s lips curled into a sinister grin as he listened.

“Alexander, you really are a master at manipulating public perception. I won’t deny that your plan could throw Cedric into deep trouble. But the person in the video must be Cedric himself. If the footage is unclear, it won’t hold up. Besides, Cedric isn’t an idiot—he won’t give us the chance to frame him. We could end up facing serious charges for falsifying evidence.”

Alexander let a beat of silence pass before responding, his tone calm and direct. “Is that so?”

Hackett nodded firmly, his confidence unwavering. “Of course. Do you think Phillips Group’s PR team is weak? They’ll scrutinize every second of that video, tearing it apart for inconsistencies. If Cedric himself isn’t clearly visible, the whole plan is useless. I can’t back this strategy.” His words were polite, but his expression made his opinion clear: Alexander’s idea was ridiculous.

“Then make sure Cedric appears in the footage.” Alexander’s response was cold and direct.

“What?” Hackett’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Alexander, you can’t be serious! How the hell would Cedric ever cooperate with me? Have you not seen how obsessed he and Daniela are with each other? They’re practically glued at the hip! No one could ever come between them!” Frustration twisted in his chest, and he felt like he was wasting his breath trying to reason with Alexander.

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