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Chapter 0060
“Luckily, I’m not that free. Taking care of Mr. Claude keeps me busy enough–I hardly have time to spare for anyone else.”
Dylan was speechless.
Desmond rolled his eyes subtly,
“Serves you right,” he thought. “That’s what you get for running your mouth!”
And, as usual, it was up to him to smooth things over. “Sir, weren’t you here to congratulate Mr. Claude? I confirmed with his secretary–he’s already waiting for you! the lounge.”
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Desmond nudged Dylan with a look that said, “Please, sir, try to stay focused here. You’re running out of chances!”
At Desmond’s prompt, Dylan gave Suzy a final look before walking away.
Watching him leave, Suzy frowned. “He just broke up with Anne, but he doesn’t seem the least bit heartbroken.”
For someone who supposedly loved Anne so deeply, discovering her deception should’ve shattered him and left him drowning in his sorrows.
Instead, he wandered around without a care, even finding excuses to come here–always gravitating toward her whenever they crossed paths.
He used to avoid her as if she were the plague, yet now he kept showing up. And why was he so intent on getting close to Claude? The deal with Red Falcon was over; there was no reason for him to linger.
After turning it over in her mind, Suzy arrived at only one possibility: perhaps, just as Julian had once suggested, Dylan had ulterior motives.
Staring at the door, she let out a bitter laugh. “Dylan, don’t get too ambitious. Otherwise, I’ll see to it that the Wright Corporation changes ownership before you even know what hit you,”
In the lounge, Claude had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes before Dylan finally
arrived.
“Mr. Wright, please, have a seat.” Claude gestured for his secretary to bring in coffee.
Dylan settled into the seat opposite Claude, crossing one leg over the other naturally. “I’m here today to offer my congratulations to you, Mr. Claude.”
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He gestured to Desmond, who promptly handed over a prepared package to Claude. “A small token hom our side. I hope you’ll accept it.”
Claude took a look at the package and save it was the deed to a highly sought–after property one of the Harlow Corporation’s most valuable ongoing projects, valued at nearly four billion dollars.
Closing the folder, he placed it back on the table.
Lifting his coffee cup, he took a sip before responding, “I owe where I am today to your assistance, Mr. Wright. I’m already grateful enough, so there’s no need for such courtesy.”
Just as Julian had once suggested, Dylan wasn’t the type to give without expecting something in retum. First, he offered his help, and now he was bringing this extraordinary gift… His intentions, Claude suspected, might not be so simple.
“Does that mean you’re not interested?” Dylan’s left hand rested on the back of the sofa, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically. “Or do you think my motives are less than pure?” “You’re too modest, Mr. Wright,” Claude replied, a slight smile on his lips. “I don’t believe 1 possess anything you’d want; otherwise, you wouldn’t have helped me. We’re allies, not rivals.”
Dylan’s expression sharpened. “Since we’re being candid, then I won’t bother with formalities.”
He signaled Desmond, who swiftly placed a contract in Dylan’s hand.
Leaning forward, Dylan set it on the table and pushed it toward Claude. “A piece of prime land in exchange for a woman. Think it over.
Claude held his gaze steadily. “Who?”
“Suzy Frost.”
Dylan’s eyes were intense as he withdrew a pen from the chest pocket of his black suit, placing it atop the contract. “For the past three years, I got used to having her around. Now, I’d like to bring her back. If you have no objections, sign here. The land will belong to you, and she will belong to me.”
