Classic Novel
Chapter 1917
“Yes, Miss Glyn.
” The aide hesitated before adding, “And if she fails?”
Melina scoffed, “If she gets caught, that’s her own fault.
What does it have to do with me? Today, she came seeking a favor under the guise of a casual visit.
”
“Understood, Miss Glyn.
I’ll handle it.
”
“Okay.
” With that, Melina stood, ready to retire to her quarters.
Just as she reached the door, a thought struck her, and she paused to address her aide again.
“Any updates on the surveillance footage?”
“Nothing yet on Hannah’s end.
”
Melina, suspecting Hannah’s earlier attempt to draw her into the open, responded curtly, “Keep me posted on any developments.
”
“Yes, I will.
”
As Melina departed, the tangled web of corporate warfare neared a climax.
Meanwhile, Hannah received a call from a Lawyer representing Tyshawn, requesting a meeting.
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Library
Without a second thought, Hannah refused.
“There’s nothing left to discuss between us,” she stated firmly, cutting off any potential reconciliation.
“Would you be willing to meet my client if he’s ready to disclose who’s orchestrating this, Miss Moore?” the lawyer proposed, his tone suggesting an offer too significant to ignore.
Despite her skepticism about Tyshawn’s motives, Hannah was resolute.
“He’s Likely trying to lessen his own sentence by revealing others involved.
How does that concern me? I’m not interested.
Whether he chooses to disclose anything is his business, not mine.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.
”
Without waiting for a reply, Hannah ended the call and immediately blocked the number of Tyshawn’s so-called lawyer.
No sooner had she hung up than the doorbell echoed through the house.
Opening the door, Hannah found two of Bryson’s bodyguards waiting outside, one holding a bouquet of roses and the other a tastefully arranged gift bag.
“Miss Moore,” they greeted.
Hannah, puzzled, eyed the unexpected gifts.
“What’s all this about?”
The bodyguard holding the gifts extended them towards her.
“Mr.
Bryson Mitchell sent these over.
He’s also arranged for you to join him for dinner at a reserved restaurant this evening.
”
Blinking in surprise, Hannah took in the vibrant flowers and the elegant gift bag.
The timing was curious.
The Moreno and Mitchell groups had been locked in a corporate standoff, and Bryson had been too caught up to spend any time with her.
His sudden gesture of flowers and dinner seemed uncharacteristically strategic.
“You need to explain why Bryson sent these,” she insisted, her voice firm.
“If I don’t get a satisfactory reason, I won’t accept them.
”