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

Chapter 238

Chapter 238:

If he walked away now, it would make him seem like he was only after her wealth, and that would be humiliating. So he decided to keep his cool with Daniela. But it felt like she was toying with him, knowing he wouldn’t dare agree, yet she still bombarded him with three messages a day asking about it.

Now, he was completely at a loss. Responding felt like a problem, but staying silent was just as tricky. He found himself stuck in an unresolvable dilemma. With Elite Lux’s upcoming bidding looming, Alexander’s anxiety reached a peak.

His stress was so overwhelming that it caused painful mouth ulcers, making it hard for him to speak properly.

“Dad, what do you think we should do? Should we go for the bidding?”

Attending the bidding would mean abandoning the commitment he had made earlier. But if they skipped it, how could he live with missing out on a project worth billions?

Richard balled his fists in frustration, struggling to make a hard choice. He looked at Alexander and asked, “Did Daniela leave any opening for negotiation in what she said?”

for a moment,

pretty clear. She said what she needed to, then walked out, telling me to think it over on my own. She also mentioned how she admired the way her parents balanced things—her dad taking care of the home while her mom

even further. His gaze cut through Alexander

you to choose, huh? Do you

what’s next on

Richard narrowed his eyes.

back. Just be straight with

a future dripping with opulence and wealth, but it also demanded a sacrifice of his

lapdog, like those pathetic losers drooling over Daniela—gutless

facade of derision, life would be sweet. And when she’s gone, even a tiny slice of her fortune

you’re the one to die first, everything you’ve done will be

his gaze on Alexander, his expression

on you. Only you can decide. If you want to be

on a woman’s wealth as lacking independence and

a string of curses under his breath,

the allure of inheriting tens of billions was no trivial matter. It was the kind