When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0528

“Why do I need the transferor’s signature? What for?”

Miranda looked at the staff member in front of her, unable to hold back her question.

The staff explained, “The property in question is quite large. Even though you have a formal transfer contract, according to regulations, you still need an additional written consent with the transferor’s personal signature.”

Miranda tightened her grip on the documents.

This meant Hansel would have to sign.

“Good morning, Mr. Johnson.”

As soon as Hansel stepped out of the elevator, Joe was waiting at the door, greeting him with a smile. *At 9:00 am, there’s a collective meeting with the investors to discuss long–term investment in Wholly Foods. At 10:00 am, Mr. Waver from Heltech is coming to discuss a collaboration.

“At 11:00 am, there’s a departmental review meeting. In the afternoon, as per your previous plan, you’re scheduled to play golf with Mr. Levy from Arkon. That’s the day’s agenda.”

Joe reported the schedule as they walked, timing it perfectly to finish just before Hansel entered his office..

Hansel paused for a moment. “Cancel the collective meeting with the investors. Also, tell Houston Waver that I’ll only give him half an hour. If his proposal lacks sincerity again like last time, there’s no point in continuing discussions.”

“Yes, sir.”

He pushed open the door to his office, where a freshly brewed cup of coffee was already on the desk.

touched the side of the cup–it was the perfect temperature. He

the cup down, not touching it again. After all this time, it still

same machine, even the cups were identical. So why did it taste

and Hansel still hadn’t

was wrong, the living room layout was wrong,

Everything was wrong.

about this, he couldn’t help but let out a bitter

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“Come in.”

with breakfast, placed it down, and quietly left the room again. Hansel had no appetite, but

morning was spent in meetings, reviewing

machine. His life had always been like this before, but at least he had a home to

felt like going home. After all, the woman who used to leave a light on for him late at night

afternoon, Hansel grabbed his coat, ready to head to the

in, looking a bit excited.

table at Tailgate Tower. We’ll head there after the game,

hesitated. “Alright. Mr. Johnson, but Ms. Su-” Ms. Sutton

lighter food and doesn’t eat seafood.

“Got it.”

on his suit jacket when he suddenly looked up. “What were you

“Oh! M

Sutton is here.