Chapter 568

Mandy fumbled for her phone in her purse and dialed her chauffeur’s number, her voice teetering on the edge of irritation as she inquired why he hadn’t shown up yet.

After she hung up, she rummaged through her bag again and pulled out a compact mirror. The sight of the glaring red welt on her forehead made her restless with annoyance.

Colton gave her an earful and stormed off in his car, leaving her stranded. So, she had no choice but to call for the family driver. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity–twenty minutes, to be exact–and he was still nowhere in sight.

Slipping the mirror back into her purse, Mandy lifted her head, her gaze drifting aimlessly until it locked onto the spiral staircase connecting the two floors of the building. Then, she caught sight of Johnny and Owen descending the stairs in succession.

She recognized Johnny instantly, and though Owen, leading the way, seemed familiar, she didn’t dwell on it. Her attention was riveted

on Johnny.

The thoughts of the company’s bid that had slipped through their fingers gnawed at her. It was a done deal, so close she could almost taste it, and then it was snatched away by the mere presentation of a business card.

maybe she could have stomached the disappointment better. But the city hall had been the one

Johnny once more. Perhaps

Noticing James standing not far from the entrance, he leaned toward Owen and

understanding of James‘ stature from what Nikolai had hinted at. In

at Johnny with a hint of reluctance. “I’d prefer

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that, Johnny adjusted his glasses, his tone shifting immediately. “You refused to network with Dane, and I let that go. But this man from the Shepherd family holds even more clout. He seems like a real gentleman, approachable. If you refuse this, aren’t you just sabotaging

played the role of a strategic advisor, especially when it came to navigating the complex waters of relationships and career

deciding not to correct Johnny’s

he made his way over

breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly lamenting the burdens of being a secretary

into his coat pocket. His

a cold aloofness that seemed to warn strangers to keep their distance. Remembering Owen’s

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