Chapter 984
Chapter 991:
When she noticed his stunned expression, Candice’s disappointment deepened. However, he remained reticent, compelling her to inquire further. “Is it due to my mother’s association with your father, her being a homewrecker? You resent her? And deem me unworthy of your company?” As she probed, a trace of unease tinged her voice. Though she hadn’t received a confirmation, her instincts told her she was in the wrong. She had no valid reason to demand Milton’s indifference to these matters.
Her line of thinking took Milton by surprise. How could Candice even entertain such thoughts? He had never considered it, and the idea of staying away from her for such an absurd reason was unthinkable. He would rather hurt her than distance himself. What he was hiding was far more shocking than that.
However, he couldn’t deny it now. Lacking a better justification, he decided to let her persist in this misunderstanding. But he had no intention of admitting to it. Instead, he chose to sidestep the issue and steer the conversation.
“I am to be engaged.” Milton abruptly stood, initially disinclined to resort to this last move. However, her relentless aggression left him with no alternative. He opened his desk drawer, retrieving a golden invitation and offering it to Candice.
At that very moment, the office door swung open. To their astonishment, the individual standing in the doorway was none other than Sigrid.
Today, she wore a business suit, exuding an air of self-assuredness. She had heard that Kori, the scumbag she had previously failed to take seriously, would be present today. She was eager to create chaos for Kori!
Yet, as Sigrid arrived at Milton’s office, she discovered that Maia had already been driven away, and Candice was now present!
Listening from behind the door, Sigrid couldn’t quite catch every word exchanged between Candice and Milton, but she could sense a brewing storm—an exchange far from calm.
𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Just as Milton said, “I am to be engaged,” Sigrid seized her moment and flung the door open.
She strode in, heels clicking sharply against the floor, her chest puffed out like a peacock in full display. Her voice reverberated through the room’s hallowed emptiness.
“Yes, indeed, our engagement is on the horizon! It’s as true as the North Star! Furthermore, a lavish wedding is in the cards. We’re extending our invitation to Ploville’s crème de la crème, from politics to the world of commerce.”
Candice, at that precise moment, found herself holding Milton’s invitation. Its contents hit her like a dagger to the heart when she opened it. Every detail—name, time, and place—etched itself into her memory.
Candice turned, her fingers trembling as she clutched the invitation. Her eyes, however, reflected deep disappointment. She considered Sigrid to be her true competition, unlike Maia or Kori. Sigrid hailed from a renowned lineage with deep-rooted influence, making her a formidable rival.
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