Chapter 44

Hogan rolled in with Zachary.

Honestly, the moment those trust fund brats started trash–talking Hogan, I had this bad feeling creeping up on me.

The Rivertown circle was small, and since they were both in the investment game, bumping into each other was common.

But of course, today of all days, it had to happen.

Right when I was bad–mouthing him, no less.

I was a tad embarrassed, but then I remembered discussing the whole bringing in new investors thing with Hogan, so I quickly got my act together.

But that composure cracked a bit when Hogan came over with a drink and planted himself next

to me.

That perfect not–too–close–yet–not–too–far distance, his expression unreadable, showing zero emotion except for that sharp, soapy scent of his that was practically barging into my nostrils.

Feeling uneasy, I clutched my glass tighter and threw Wallis a look for backup.

Hogan slowly parted his lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly am I not doing my job?”

His voice was deep, steady, and sounded pretty chill.

But there was a hint of mockery in those eyes of his as he looked at me.

With his status, once he spoke up, the others zipped it.

They sure knew how to read the room.

In a flash, the whole buzzing atmosphere got smothered by this heavy tension.

All eyes on me, the pressure was cranked up my way.

I figured Hogan was out to make me squirm.

I pinched my palm and confessed, “Mr. Zade, if I had to point out a flaw, it’s probably that you are a bit too stingy.”

At that, Hogan’s brows did a little dance.

And the faces around were holding back grins, waiting to see his reaction.

The man swirled his wine glass and asked, “Think the money is not enough?”

couldn’t just blurt out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us a cool five hundred thousand for Cecilia’s

announcing through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant

Chapter 44

rolled in with

fund brats started trash–talking Hogan, I had this bad feeling creeping

circle was small, and since they were both in the investment game,

all days, it had to happen.

when I was bad–mouthing him, no less.

but then I remembered discussing the whole bringing in new investors thing with

Hogan came over with a drink

zero emotion except for that sharp, soapy

clutched my glass tighter and threw Wallis

his lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly am

voice was deep, steady, and

a hint of mockery in those eyes of his as he

once he spoke up, the others zipped

how to read the

atmosphere got

eyes on me, the pressure was cranked

out to

had to point out

Hogan’s brows did a little dance.

around were holding back

wine glass and asked, “Think the money

blurt out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us a cool five hundred thousand for

megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant totally bewitched

by beauty.

decided to double down on the blunder, “Yeah, when Mr. Bishop makes a move, he hits his targets big time.”

he let out a

when Wallis Jumped In, “Xaviera, I can’t agree with that. Mr. Zade invested the five hundred thousand when we were out of options. It was like sending charcoal in snowy

but

raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Zade,

sip and said slowly, “Every project has its assessment

burst out laughing.

criteria‘ must be

and Ms. March are graduates of N University?” Frank stirred up

took a sip and

as I said that, I could feel the guy next to me

publicly denying our history, wasn’t that his favorite tactic?

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