Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 924

When Hayden arrived at the teahouse, Ron glanced at his watch and tapped it meaningfully before saying in a low voice, “The man’s been waiting for half an hour.”

“Getting impatient?” Hayden asked casually, his tone devoid of concern. His attire was simple and understated, nothing to draw attention.

If not for his sharply defined features and the naturally aloof aura he carried, his outfit would have rendered him almost invisible in a crowd.

“No, not at all. I’m quite patient,” Ron replied with an exaggerated expression of innocence, as though pleading not to be falsely accused.

Hayden gave him a glance that seemed to say, Then why bother pointing it out?

“But arriving this late does come across as impolite, doesn’t it?” Ron added, his tone that of a model citizen, someone who might have been a class leader or an exemplary student back in the day.

“I did it on purpose,” Hayden replied, cutting him off with five simple words that silenced

Ron.

Hayden pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The man on the sofa looked up at him but didn’t move. Hayden walked over, offering a perfunctory apology. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Half an hour is nothing,” came the calm reply, the man’s demeanor exuding a quiet dignity.

Hayden introduced himself, extending

said evenly, “You should already know who I

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was none other than Peter Mitchell, the patriarch of the Mitchell family from Windy City. Though he was already eighty, he looked no older than

his grandfather. The fact that Hayden had deliberately kept him waiting was

wasn’t without purpose. It

unshaken. Even though this wasn’t his home turf,

it was.

the room lit?

him and beginning to brew tea. “Mr. Mitchell, you should know why I

tea leaves

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of this got out,

have questions, ask them plainly. There’s no need for all this posturing. You want to

permeate the air as Hayden placed the pot on the tea stove. “Well then, go ahead

eyes locked onto Hayden’s with a sharp intensity, their silent exchange charged with an unspoken