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?”

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

announcing through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant

Chapter 44

in with

started trash–talking Hogan, I had

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

all days, it had to happen.

was bad–mouthing him, no less.

I remembered discussing the whole bringing in new investors

bit when Hogan came over

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

and threw Wallis a look

his lips, “Ms. March, do tell,

was deep, steady, and

a hint of mockery in those eyes of his as he

once he spoke up, the others

sure knew how to read the room.

atmosphere got smothered by this heavy

me, the pressure

out to make

to point

did a

holding back grins, waiting to

wine glass and asked, “Think

of everyone that Hogan threw

be like announcing through a megaphone that

by beauty.

on the blunder, “Yeah, when Mr. Bishop

paused, and he let out

Mr. Zade invested the five hundred thousand when we were out of options. It was like sending charcoal in snowy

money but more meaningful.”

Zade, not gonna

took a sip and said slowly, “Every project has its

burst out laughing.

‘assessment criteria‘ must be Cecilia, right?

mistaken, Mr. Zade, both you and Ms. March are graduates of N University?”

a sip and replied. “Not close.”

said that, I could feel the guy

our history, wasn’t that his favorite tactic?