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

Chapter 1271:

His secretary was taken aback. Given Hamilton’s typical control over all decisions, his willingness to compromise with Daniela was indeed a surprising shift. This adaptability emphasized Daniela’s influence. The secretary found himself observing Daniela more intently.

Hamilton’s gaze was fixed on Daniela, anticipating her reply.

In a nonchalant tone, Daniela said, “I respect Cedric’s decision. If he decides to call you his father, I won’t object.”

Hamilton was about to smile when Daniela continued, “Just ensure no threats come his way, and don’t drag me into your schemes.” At her words, the smile on Hamilton’s face quickly disappeared.

Daniela, noticing Hamilton’s rigid demeanor, added casually, “I’ve given you fair warning before. Here it is again—if Cedric gets upset because of you, I’m more than ready to engage in a corporate battle. In fact, taking on the world’s richest man could be quite the thrill.”

Hamilton’s eyes narrowed. “Is this a test or a challenge?”

potential was a mystery, and the world’s billionaire list hadn’t been refreshed for some time. Naturally, bystanders were thrilled at the prospect of witnessing a corporate clash between Daniela and Hamilton, curious to see who would emerge as the superior. However, such confrontations were only a spectacle for those uninvolved. Hamilton had no interest in

regarded Daniela with a cool expression. “The McCoy family is Cedric’s family too. Every action you take influences the

Hamilton, taking in the self-assured expression on his face. “You really believe Cedric’s going to

has a price. And if money doesn’t work, then it’s because they’re chasing love.” There should have been some kind

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see clearly now—Hamilton had changed tactics, opting for a softer, more

the kitchen the next moment. He didn’t step inside. Instead, he remained by the doorway, accepted a small pastry box from his secretary, and set it on the nearby table. “I get that you’re not ready to accept me yet. Still, blood doesn’t lie. These were your mother’s favorite

he lingered at the threshold. However, Cedric continued cleaning in silence, not even glancing

an effort in his voice, clumsy and unpolished, like someone trying to speak a language they’d forgotten. “Come home for a meal sometime,” he added, almost as an

turned and walked

as he exited was