The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 344

What was I going to do? I was the one at fault here!

After a few seconds, I teased him, “Lord Soren? His most illustrious Lord Soren?”

Soren shot me a cold look. “This isn’t gonna work.”

“What can I do to make it work?” I asked sincerely.

He didn’t respond. His chiseled lips remained pressed together. I shook his hand, but he swiftly jerked it away from my grip.

I sighed. “You’re so juvenile.”

Suddenly, I aimed my camera at his face.

Alert, he demanded, “What are you doing?”

“Recording Lord Soren’s tantrum for posterity. It’s a rare phenomenon, you know?” I said, pressing the record button.

to

panicked. He lunged to snatch my phone, but I ducked, retorting, “Hey, a gentleman doesn’t try to steal a lady’s property!”

his height advantage, he easily grabbed

table, and cried, “Wait! Don’t delete it! Can’t I at least keep it for myself?”

every move I made. I didn’t even realize I was getting closer and closer to his chest as I tried to

I sighed in relief–only to

realized, a moment too late, that he’d planned this.

I pushed him away slightly.

me, gripped my chin to force me to look up at him, and leaned in. His face searched for the right angle before his lips

got caught between us. He set it on the table, then cradled my neck with his

here… Someone might see…” I

one’s gonna enter,” he whispered, breathing against

told the manager to leave us alone unless

positioned was so suggestive sitting on his lap, feeling something pressing against

grew nervous and pushed him

asked quietly, his head