Chapter 159
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He handed them to her and said, “Change into these.”
She was taken aback. When she took them, she was pleasantly surprised they were her size.
Candice couldn’t help but wonder why he had a pair of shoes her size in his car.
She opened her mouth to ask but found herself unable to speak.
Milton noticed her hesitation.
He took the shoes back and knelt down to help her put them on.
“No, I can do it myself,” Candice said, shocked. She pushed him away to avoid being touched and quickly changed her shoes.
She changed her own shoes.
“Get out of the car.” Milton’s voice was tense, and his face darkened.
Sensing his anger, Candice quickly stepped out.
Milton drove off without another word.
Candice stood there, stunned and confused. This arrogant man’s mood seemed to shift instantly. He hadn’t explained why he kept women’s shoes in his car, especially a pair that happened to be her size.
Was it just a coincidence?
Suddenly, Candice remembered the night they met at Wilmint High School. Her shoe had broken, and her foot was sprained.
She had ended up walking home barefoot after getting out of his car. Could it be possible that…
No, she shook her head, feeling she was overthinking.
Maybe he had those shoes for a relative or a friend.
The car sped toward the Royal Garden Corporation.
Milton seethed with frustration, thinking about how Candice was deliberately pushing him away.
As soon as he reached his office, Raul pulled him aside.
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“What’s going on with you lately? Do you have any idea the messes you’ve gotten yourself into? Your lawsuit with Candice hasn’t been resolved and is now headed to trial. The media is all over your supposed affair with a married woman.
“As if that’s not enough, you went ahead and bought Excellence Land without consulting the board of directors. It might have been okay if you planned to develop it into a commercial district, but you want to turn it into a park and villa group. What are you thinking? How are we supposed to make money with that?
“And what’s the deal with the Royal Ballet Troupe? How does that justify spending several billion dollars? Is it even worth it?”
“Why should I need their permission?” Milton sneered. “All they do is sit around collecting money all year without doing any work. How much does Royal Garden Corporation even make for them annually? They hold only a small number of shares, yet they want to oppose me? When have I ever lost money in my investments? It’s none of their damn business!”
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