With no other choice, Cyrus agreed. The moment he stepped out of the CEO's office, a cold sweat broke out down his spine—narrow escape. Without wasting a second, he contacted the property owners, ready to buy out the remaining two apartments on Tracy's floor.
Now this—this was the kind of storybook romance that made people burn with envy.
As Cyrus headed downstairs, Nolan's voice froze him mid-step. In Cyrus's book, this man ranked just below Gordon in terms of who you didn’t mess with. After all, Nolan wasn’t just Gordon’s uncle—he was the heir apparent of Grandeur Group. Cross that line, and your life might as well be hanging off a cliff.
"Secretary Yeats, is my favorite nephew in his office?"
The lobby, usually buzzing, fell silent as a breathtaking specimen strolled in. The recepti
