Echoes of Unrequited Love

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?”

just blurt out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us a

through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant totally

Chapter 44

in

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

and since they were both in the investment game, bumping into each other was

of all days,

when I was bad–mouthing him,

a tad embarrassed, but then I remembered discussing the whole bringing in new investors thing

that composure cracked a bit when Hogan came over with a

distance, his expression unreadable, showing zero emotion except for that sharp, soapy scent of his that was practically barging into my

I clutched my glass tighter and threw Wallis a look

slowly parted his lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly

voice was deep, steady, and sounded

in those eyes

once he spoke

sure knew how to

the whole buzzing atmosphere got smothered by this heavy

pressure was cranked up my

out to make me

confessed, “Mr. Zade, if I had to point out a flaw, it’s probably that you are a

did a little dance.

back grins,

wine glass and asked, “Think

of everyone that Hogan threw us a cool five

through a megaphone that Hogan was

by beauty.

decided to double down on the blunder, “Yeah, when Mr. Bishop makes a

he let

agree with that. Mr. Zade invested the five hundred thousand

money but more meaningful.”

Zade, not gonna clear

slowly,

burst out

‘assessment criteria‘ must be

I’m not mistaken, Mr. Zade, both you and Ms. March are graduates of N University?” Frank stirred up another convo, “Never bumped into each other back

took a sip and

I could feel the guy next to me drop in temperature.

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