Hannah flexed her fingers, a subtle sign of her readiness to leave.
“Can I get out of the car now?”
Bryson noticed her continued frustration and hesitated to release her.
“Are you still angry?”
“No.
” Hannah sighed, rubbing her forehead.
“I’m just really tired today.
”
Sensing the need to lighten the atmosphere, Bryson slowly withdrew his hand, attempting to bridge the gap between them.
“Will you be attending the evening dress party?”
Two days loomed until the grand evening dress party—a soiree where alliances were forged and deals sealed.
Among the guests were Maloney’s two potential business partners, each with their own agenda.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.
Despite her reluctance, Hannah knew attendance was non-negotiable.
A no-show would gift-wrap the project for the Garza dynasty, a risk she couldn’t afford.
With a resigned nod, she acquiesced.
“Yes, I’ll be there.
”
She exited the car and mmed the door shut, the sound echoing her frustration.
She bent over to peek at Bryson and waved a farewell.
“Thanks for the ride, Mr.
Mitchell.
No need to wait.
I won’t keep you.
”
Without a backward nce, Hannah marched towards the hotel entrance, determination in her stride.
As Bryson watched her retreating figure, a sense of unease settled in his gut.
It wasn’t until his phone jolted with an iing call that he snapped out of his reverie.
“Grace,” he answered.
“Bryson, something’s wrong…” Her shaky voice was barely audible.
Bryson’s brow furrowed.
“Slow down.
What’s happened?”
“It’s not me.
It’s Hannah.
”
Bryson’s mind raced, just moments ago he had seen Hannah safely to the hotel.
What could possibly have gone wrong so quickly?
“What is it?” he prodded.
“Bryson, check the screenshot I sent.
I haven’t been on campustely, but when I peeked at the forum today, guess whose faces I saw stered there? You and Hannah!”
Bryson flicked on the speaker and tapped open the chat window with Grace, his pulse quickening with anticipation.
Sure enough, there it was: Grace’s message, apanied by a screenshot and a video clip.