Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire by Wanda Lowe

Attractive Billioaire 197 Chapter 197 Your Time Is Up

David strode into Newton Group's lobby, his presence commanding and unmistakable. His sharp gaze cut through the air like a blade, and not a single person dared to step in his path.

Without encountering a single obstacle, he made his way directly to Nash's office.

"Mr. Ellison?"

Nash stood up the moment he saw him, surprise flickering across his face.

"Mr... Mr. Newton," the secretary stammered behind David, her voice unsteady. "I... I didn't even have time to inform you... Mr. Ellison, he just... he just walked in...

Nash waved a hand dismissively. "Get back to your work."

The secretary hesitated for only a second before quickly retreating, making sure to shut the door behind her.

Nash stepped out from behind his desk, his expression calm but inquisitive. "To what do I owe the honor, Mr. Ellison? And would you prefer tea or coffee?"

David stood tall, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks. "Either."

His face betrayed nothing, his gaze an impenetrable mask.

Nash poured a cup of tea and extended it with both hands. "Mr. Ellison."

David's reputation preceded him. Regardless of the circumstances, Nash had no choice but to remain courteous. Though, truth be told, he had no idea what had prompted this unexpected visit.

David, however, made no move to accept the cup.

"Since you're already here, you might

to have a conversation with you. No time like the present,

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of any warmth. "What do you want

Nash didn't hesitate. "Caroline."

lips, David suddenly reached out, snatched the cup, and without warning, flung the steaming tea into

his crisp white shirt, staining it

à reaction. Without a word, he lifted a hand and wiped the tea from his face. "You have quite the

If he wanted

David had come here for

studied him for a moment before his lips curved to a slight smirk. "Tell me, Mr. Ellison,

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on Caroline's body sent a surge of anger

if David hadn't inflicted them himself, he had

was dangerously low, his tone carrying an unspoken threat. "Nash, your

Finished

matter whether Nash had willingly taken Caroline's innocence or

remained. He had touched

alone, he deserved to

mean, Mr.

"Do you think playing dumb will save