Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 28

Chapter 28:

“Ms. Harper, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Joshua Dennis from Dennis Electronics. We met briefly at an international gala. It’s a genuine pleasure to see you again. My father intended to be here, but unfortunately, his car broke down. I’ve taken the liberty of arranging a dinner. I’d be honored if you joined us.”

Joyce remained rooted to the spot, her face etched with disbelief. She gazed at Joshua—typically so haughty and domineering—yet now, he stood before them, subdued and hardly able to meet Daniela’s gaze. Her incredulity quickly morphed into a sharp, derisive laugh. Clutching Joshua’s arm, she gestured wildly towards Daniela.

“Are you freaking insane, Joshua? Did I hear you right? You’re telling me that Daniela—of all people—is the CEO of Elite Lux?”

Spinning towards her livestream camera, Joyce couldn’t contain her amusement, and her laughter boomed, echoing in the air. Tugging at Alexander’s sleeve, she amplified her tone for dramatic effect.

“Alexander, did you hear that? He’s claiming Daniela is the CEO of Elite Lux! Can you believe that? It’s the grandest joke I’ve heard in years!”

Joyce burst into uncontrollable laughter, her body shaking as she nearly folded over from the sheer hilarity.

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if Daniela’s really the CEO of Elite Lux, I’ll eat a fresh pile

to the side, his jaw dropping. Inviting Joyce had been his call, but now unease crept in, the thought

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marched up to Joyce and delivered a stinging

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laughter vanished from Joyce’s face, replaced by a stunned silence.

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glare and a low growl, Joshua spat, “What the hell is wrong with you? She’s the freaking CEO of Elite Lux, and you’re sitting here spouting nonsense about eating crap? Where is your sense of decorum? I told you to bring a gift, not insults. Where’s the

flickered towards the two boxes Alexander

less expensive of the two, priced at eight

“That one.”

box, gripped Joyce’s arm, and went straight

my friend, Joyce Holt. We crossed paths overseas a few years back.” He tapped his temple lightly, his expression wary as he continued, “She’s a bit out of sorts today.

lifted the lid of the box, an eight-thousand-dollar