“The owner?!”
Hailey’s voice turned shrill, and her phone clattered to the floor.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the approaching old man.
Having done her homework on the city’s elite, she knew exactly what the owner of Le Céleste represented.
Le Céleste was the premier establishment in Vaelion City. Its daily revenue was in the tens of millions.
Not to mention the vast business empire tied to it!
She’d heard that the owner of Le Céleste was the head of some major, renowned corporation in Elyndor!
And the old man she and Marianne had just been screaming at, mocking relentlessly…
Was actually that legendary, unfathomably powerful figure?!
Hailey wasn’t the only one who was frozen in shock.
Marianne, who had also been arguing with the old man, felt her legs give out, and she collapsed to the floor.
The old man… Mr. Marshall had reached a pale-faced Hailey.
He still wore a refined smile, but his sharp gaze sent a chill through her heart.
Mr. Marshall’s smile remained as he spoke. “Young lady, what you were saying earlier was quite interesting. Come now, since I’m right here, I’d love for you to tell me all about how that Miss and I were supposedly ‘all over each other.’ And how did she sell herself to get with me? Such a fascinating story. Why don’t you explain it to this old man, hm?”
His voice wasn’t loud, and his tone was as gentle as a kindly elder’s.
But each word landed like a heavy hammer blow on Hailey’s heart.
Hailey’s face was ashen, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
Her legs shook, and tears streamed down her face, but she couldn’t utter a single word.
“What’s wrong? Can’t say it to my face?” Mr. Marshall chuckled, his voice still perfectly calm.

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