Chapter 731
Chapter 731:
She marched straight to the chairman’s office, determined to meet Mr. Glyn and hash things out face-to-face.
As long as they left her house untouched, Marc could do whatever he wanted with the rest.
Unfortunately, reality slapped her hard. Barely ten minutes after arriving, she was told Mr. Glyn was “out of the office.”
His assistant claimed not to know where he had gone.
A blatant lie, obviously.
He was avoiding her.
“Ms. Gilbert, maybe come back tomorrow? I’m not sure when he will be back today,” the assistant suggested with a sympathetic wink.
Stella could only swallow her frustration and leave.
The next morning—a Saturday—she showed up at dawn. Three exhausting hours later, the receptionist finally approached her. “Ms. Gilbert, I’m so sorry… today’s a company holiday. Mr. Glyn won’t be in.”
Stella’s jaw tightened. “But his assistant told me to come today!”
The receptionist looked helpless. “I really wish I could help, but Mr. Glyn isn’t here today.”
Sucking in a slow breath, Stella forced herself to stay calm. “Fine. When can I see him?”
“I can book you for Monday morning.”
And so, she endured a torturous weekend waiting. On Monday, she arrived before office hours. The assistant led her to the waiting lounge and asked her to sit tight.
She did. For two whole hours.
When she finally went to check again, the assistant gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Gilbert. Mr. Glyn’s meeting has run over. He won’t be able to see anyone else today.”
Stella stepped outside, her chest heaving with rage and humiliation. But her eyes remained icy-bright. They could dodge her today. Hide tomorrow. But she wasn’t giving up.
On her third try, Stella called in a favor from Paul at the research institute. He and Mr. Glyn had worked together before, and rumor had it they were on good terms.
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Thanks to Paul, she finally managed to get Mr. Glyn to sit down with her. She explained everything, but he just sat there nursing his coffee, looking only mildly interested, and replied half-heartedly, “Ms. Gilbert, I understand your position, but the city’s moving forward with development. Sentiment can’t drive decisions. Marc’s team has a strong plan, and the teardown-and-rebuild approach has already been approved by everyone involved. Changing it now would be a headache.”
Every sentence from him was just a well-dressed version of “no.”
It was like life kept dumping ice water over her head. For the first time, she saw clearly that Marc, now working with Nina, was determined to trap her with no way out.
Marc had shared a roof with her long enough to know all her weak spots, and he was aiming right for them.
This wasn’t business—it was revenge disguised as a deal.
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