Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 332 Stealing Him

With Willam present, the negotiation between Emelle and Colt progressed smoothly. They finalized the contract signing within half an hour.

Emelie raised her glass. “Here’s to Mr. Middleton and Mr. Reilly Thope our companies can work together in the future.”

Wazzam lifted his glass and tapped it on the table, acknowledging the toast.

After that, Emelie had no further role to play. Colt, fearing that William might still be angry about the earlier incident, kept trying to appease him. Yet William remained indifferent.

Realizing there was nothing more required of her for now, Emelie informed her companions and excused herself to the restroom.

As she came out, she saw Elena standing at the mirror, touching up her makeup.

Emelie quietly approached to wash her hands. She then dried them with a paper towel before heading back.

Suddenly, Elena closed her compact. “Emelle, you haven’t thanked me yet.”

Emelie turned and replied, “Oh? What should I be thanking you for, Ms. Allen?”

Ulema said casually, “William mentioned that there’s a place similar to the Westward Club in Capebatt City here in Weston called Lovelight, so he brought me to check it out tonight.

suddenly mentioned that Citadel Group’s vice CEO was here with someone from Swanson Corporation. I immediately guessed it was you and decided to come over to say

we came over. Otherwise, how would you have managed tonight?

in her private room, Emelle nodded,

presence was secondary. The key point was that William came to Lovelight, entered

like that time at the Navarro residence–it was all because of

she exuded. She suddenly smiled. “But you know very well whether you brought Mr. Middleton to help me or to laugh at

do you mean by that, Emelie?”

How did she know I had

replied, “You’d have to ask Ms.

restaurant near Swanson Corporation and started yelling at me, you were there too.” Emelle’s expression grew serious.”

wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

were high school incidents. Even if Justina wanted to dig up dirt, she wouldn’t go that far back. Someone must

fit the bill perfectly. She must have told Justina something.

tried to argue. “Emelle

interrupted, saying. “You addressed me as Ms. Hoven at Lakeside Villa. We’re not that familiar, so let’s keep

pit that way.”

dropped the pretense. “Do you have proof?