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

Chapter 939:

At first, Richard had nearly been swayed. He had even sought out Alexander’s opinion, but after Alexander analyzed the situation thoroughly, he had become furious. These people were looking for a scapegoat.

“Richard, you’re reading too much into this. The association is a force to be reckoned with. Why would we be afraid of Daniela?”

“Oh, really?” Richard scoffed. “Then why the sudden generosity? Don’t take me for a fool—I know exactly what’s got you all rattled. Get lost! I have nothing more to say to you!” Richard was about to kick them out.

Hackett stepped forward. “Richard, this is all just a misunderstanding. How about this? When Alexander has time, we’ll sit down and talk face-to-face. Would that work for you?”

Richard’s brows furrowed in a deep frown.

Hackett smoothly pushed the check and gift back into Richard’s hands. “We came here sincerely, after all. And let’s be honest—holding a position of power comes with challenges. Otherwise, how would anyone respect it? We’re not asking you to go against Daniela, just to have Alexander mediate. She’s young, and being so combative won’t do her any favors in the long run, right? I won’t deny it—Daniela’s capable. Right now, we can’t match her. But luck doesn’t last forever, does it? Just let Alexander know. Have him meet with us. And if you’re still uneasy, at least keep the gift.”

Hackett was nothing if not calculated. Richard was completely outmaneuvered.

After Hackett’s remark, Richard fell silent for a moment before muttering, “Wait here. I need to make a call.” He stepped aside, phone in hand.

Bruno narrowed his eyes. “Hackett, why does Alexander always keep such a low profile?”

Huey nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he didn’t even show up at the last press conference.”

Hackett’s brow furrowed slightly. “Now that you mention it, it is strange. Didn’t Richard say Alexander went missing? Then suddenly he turned up, and not long after, Bennett…”

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The group had merged with Fairburne Group, but Joyce had vanished without a trace. None of it made sense. Winslow shot a sharp glance at Richard, who was speaking in hushed tones over the phone. “Look into him.”

A moment later, Richard returned, his phone still in hand. “Sorry, Alexander’s schedule is packed. He said he’ll discuss it with you some other time.”

Hackett smiled faintly, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Oh? Alexander is too busy to meet? I wonder what’s keeping him so occupied.”

Richard’s expression hardened. “What exactly are you trying to say?”noveldrama

Hackett tilted his head slightly. “Fairburne Group belonged to Joyce, didn’t it? But now she’s gone, and all her shares have mysteriously ended up in Alexander’s hands. That company is massive—it controls a fortune in mineral resources. It’s hard to believe Joyce would just hand it over out of the goodness of her heart.”

Richard’s face darkened.

Hackett’s smile remained unchanged. “Well, since you won’t help us, I suppose we’ll have some free time to investigate Joyce’s disappearance instead.”

Richard’s anger was frozen on his face.

The eight men across from him saw everything clearly.

Huey’s tone was icy. “I suggest you bring Alexander out. We’re not interested in digging into Joyce’s situation—we just want to talk. There’s no need for him to act so secretive, is there?”

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