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

Chapter 96

Chapter 96:

“Jerry, just where on earth are we headed now?”

They had exited the elevator and continued their lengthy trek. It seemed as if they were about to leave the confines of Luxor Tower altogether.

Jerry, clutching a hefty ring of keys, was visibly annoyed. The murmurs and snickers from the group had not escaped his notice and had left him simmering with resentment.

He was keenly aware of Daniela’s true character—her beauty was matched by her compassion and generosity.

She had discreetly funded his wife’s surgery when they were desperate and unsupported. Whenever a crisis struck a staff member’s family, she was there to offer aid. Her genuine kindness had earned her the deep respect of everyone within Elite Lux.

Yet, here was her own family, disparaging her with a haughty air.

voice sharp and dismissive as he retorted, “Why bombard me with questions? Just come along and all will

Caiden aback. It had been a long while since someone had addressed him with

hell I am?” Caiden challenged, his brow furrowed

of

tightening, his knuckles whitening as he

of the growing

it’s my family’s money keeping your ass

moment, chimed in sharply, “Precisely! Would you even have a job if it weren’t for us? People who run their damn mouths

his voice laced with

you actually hold the power to do so? Caiden, is it? Let me make something clear. Having you as a father is the worst curse that could’ve befallen Ms. Harper! Weren’t you the one who declared to the world that you were severing all ties with her? And yet, now that she’s found success, you suddenly claim ownership over this entire building? Why not take it further? Perhaps proclaim that the entire nation belongs to you? You’re supposed to be an elder—perhaps it’s time to start behaving like one and exhibit a

deep crimson, and she shook

you speak to us in such a manner! Get your manager on

escalating tension, retrieved his phone and dialed his manager, putting the call on speaker. The manager’s

problem with Joyce Holt? She’s already stirred up enough

them. Are we really so desperate that we can’t do without the rent