The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 129

I was dumbfounded. “Didn’t you tell me to wait a little longer?”

Before the agent could respond, a low, gentle voice called out from outside, “Hey, Taylor.”

Oh my God. Soren?!

“W–Why are you here?”

He beckoned to me. “Over here.”

Overjoyed, I hurried toward him, grinning like an idiot.

As he led me out of the section and through the IRS office, he placed a hand on my shoulder. Before long, the head of the IRS came rushing toward us.

“Mr. Kenway! Good afternoon! You should have informed us you were coming—we would have welcomed you right at the entrance,” he said.

Soren offered a faint smile and replied, “I didn’t want to trouble the department. This isn’t official business. I’m just here to get someone and will be leaving soon.”

“Will you stay for a chat?”

I need

you next time, the head said

my eyes fixed on the hand he had placed

as a hand on my lower back, but given his towering height, the gesture felt like a clear statement to everyone around us: I was with

that moment, I finally understood what it was like to enjoy superiority due to

my phone and bag with both hands. “Your belongings, Miss Jones.”

smiled and turned to Soren.

“Mm.”

we got into Soren’s Audi. Even after the door was closed, he waved. “Drive

out of the IRS premises, I turned to Soren in surprise.

a

told her you’d been taken in by the IRS. She called me right

at the screen. “She’s calling again…”

“Hello? Yes, I got her. She’s right

to me. “She wants to speak to

raced as I

pressed it to

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