Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 581:

It was likely a moment Alexander desperately wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

He was baffled, unable to comprehend how so many people had suddenly shown up or how things had escalated so dramatically.

The shareholders of Bennett Group pulled out their investments, and loyal clients abandoned ship. The company now teetered like a fragile house of cards on the verge of collapse.

Richard’s anger reached such heights that he ended up being rushed to the hospital.

The city buzzed with mockery, and he felt like the butt of every joke.

Alexander gripped the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles turned stark white.

When he arrived at Katrina’s place, she greeted him with a sneer.

“Alexander, you’re completely useless.

You couldn’t even manage such a small issue. Now, you’ve humiliated yourself on a national scale. And you still believe you can win Daniela back? That’s nothing but a pipe dream.”

Alexander shot Katrina a frosty glare.

“You were the one who pushed me into this mess. Let me tell you, Katrina—if the Bennett family goes under, it’ll be on your shoulders.”

Having said that, he grabbed his luggage and walked out without a backward glance.

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As he approached his car, his eyes caught sight of Joyce standing under a sprawling tree across the street.

Her lips curled into a derisive smile as she watched him. Alexander had no intention of engaging and silently reached for his car door, but her voice rang out unexpectedly.noveldrama

“I can help you.”

He froze mid-motion and turned to scrutinize her with narrowed eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Joyce said coolly.

“Doug may have his flaws, but when it comes to money, he’s never stingy. In all of Olisvine, aside from Daniela, I’m your only chance at help.”

He couldn’t deny it. Doug was indifferent to money and lavishly generous with the women in his life. For him, tossing out a billion dollars was barely a stretch. Joyce noticed the change in Alexander’s eyes and gave him a casual smile.

She raised her wrist, showing overlapping red marks—some faint, others disturbingly deep.

The sight was unsettling, but she didn’t seem to care at all.

“What’s the catch?” Alexander finally asked, his voice guarded.

“Didn’t you always look down on me? Didn’t you believe I’d open my legs for money, letting men treat me as they pleased? Fine, Alexander. If you want my help, then you’ll serve me in bed.”

Her gaze turned colder as she went on, “You think I’m low and worthless? Maybe I am. But you’re not any better. I want to shatter that pride of yours and show you the true power of money—that even a once-proud CEO like you can be made to bow. Didn’t you parade around in that ridiculous outfit to see Daniela? Fine. I want you to put on that ridiculous outfit again, kneel at my feet, and serve me.”

Joyce’s words, though sharp as a blade, were born from a wound that ran deep.

During the year she had been married to Alexander, she had endured relentless neglect and cold indifference. His cold, dismissive stares had been a torment that haunted her every waking moment.

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