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

Chapter 925:

Daniela picked up her fork, taking her time with each bite.

Hackett had just exited his car when his attention was drawn to a sleek black vehicle weaving through the rain. He pointed to the car and asked his secretary, “Whose car is that? It looks familiar. Could it belong to one of our members?”

The car sped off, and the secretary adjusted his glasses, straining to get a better look, but it had already blended into the flow of traffic. “Mr. Graves, I can’t make it out clearly.”

“Never mind, let’s head inside.”

The secretary quickly held an umbrella over Hackett. Hackett wasn’t tall, but his well-tailored, elegant suit gave him an air of dignity.

He took his seat across from Daniela at the dining table, a smile playing on his lips. “Mr. Phillips, may I have the honor of sharing a meal with you?”

with Cedric, so he merely nodded politely at Daniela before shifting his focus

wasn’t expecting company,” Cedric said, serving some food for Daniela, his tone flat. “Mr. Graves,

lightly. “Indeed, I have a matter to discuss with

too long, Hackett was unwilling to lower himself. He managed a strained

request clearly implied he

out a soft chuckle from the

new on

sharp. “I’m amused by how clueless you are, begging the wrong person. It’s surprising you’ve made it this

speak to him like this in the past. Hackett fought to hide the flush creeping up his neck. He briefly shut his eyes, inhaled deeply, and then forced a tight

faint smile, trying to project generosity, though the anger simmering in his eyes was barely concealed. “You really should keep your subordinates under control.” Hackett turned his steely gaze to Daniela. “Ms. Harper, with such an expansive business, it would be quite the scandal if people learned you couldn’t even manage your

before tilting his head slightly, locking eyes with Cedric. His tone now laced with respect, he added, “Right, Mr. Phillips?” He was clearly attempting

snort of laughter. Cedric joined in the laughter, and for reasons he couldn’t pinpoint, Hackett felt an