The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 327 Three Years And One Kiss

Chapter 327 Three Years And One Kiss

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Lucas had no choice but to call Sloane with a teasing tone. “Sloane, something came up on my end, I’ll be a little late picking you up at the Besnard family’s.”

“Alright,” Sloane replied.

When Lucas stepped into the top floor office of Peak Corp, only a secretary was waiting by the door.

“Mr. Hawthorne, our president is inside,” the secretary said, opening the door but making no move to enter herself. Clearly, Lucas was expected to go in alone.

The glass door closed soundlessly behind him.

At the center of the office, a black ebony chair faced away from the door. Its high back loomed like a throne, completely concealing the figure seated there-only a slender wrist rested casually on the armrest.

voice drifted across the room. The chair slowly swiveled, revealing Sloane’s smiling eyes. For once, she wore a white suit, her long hair swept up, fingers idly toying with the model of the sixth-generation

elusive president who had never shown their face was now looking at him with

his lips curving into a wry, indulgent smile. “And you still found

as she rose. Walking up to him, she reached out to smooth a tie that had no wrinkles at all. “How is it a trick, when you were the one insisting on meeting me again and again?” Her fingertips brushed lightly across his

his thumb stroking the thin callus at the base of her palm-the mark of countless years spent with needles.

strand of hair brushed against his

wrist, spun her around

off guard, Sloane fell into his arms, her back colliding with the firm wall

what exactly is Mr. Hawthorne trying to do?” Sloane tilted her head up at him. Her tone remained composed, but

his gaze, eyes lingering on her

“What debt…”

kiss. One hand cupped the back of her head, the other locked firmly around her waist, pouring three years of restraint into the press

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