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

Chapter 84:

“Mr. Bennett, it’s your turn.”

As she reached for her glass to pour herself some wine, Daniela, still focused on the contract in her hands, extended her arm and covered Lillian’s glass.

“You shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.” Though her words were soft, the meaning was clear enough.

Lillian had a sensitive stomach when it came to alcohol. Daniela knew that Lillian was teaching Joyce a lesson and wasn’t actually planning to drink, so she’d let her enjoy herself a bit. However, seeing that Lillian was beginning to overdo it, Daniela decided it was time to step in.

There was no reason to let Lillian hurt herself for someone who didn’t matter.

From Alexander’s point of view, though, things looked much different. To him, Daniela’s intervention felt familiar, as though she was looking out for him once again, just like she used to.

He recalled those times when he’d gotten so drunk that he passed out, and Daniela would drive all the way to pick him up. She’d carefully carry him, taking one slow step after another, all the way home. The memory brought a subtle softness to Alexander’s expression. His usually sharp eyes grew gentler, a hint of tenderness appearing as he glanced at Daniela.

Daniela looked at him for a second before turning away.

“No more drinking. If you’ve got something to say, say it now.” She checked the time on her watch and added, “I’ve got another meeting soon, so you’ve got five minutes.”

Alexander nodded, surprisingly cooperative this time.

“Joyce wants the floors in your building—the ones she mentioned earlier.”

Lillian snorted derisively, clearly unimpressed.

Daniela, on the other hand, stayed completely calm and unaffected.

“They’ve already been given to someone else.”

Alexander paused for a second, clearly caught off guard.noveldrama

“What? To whom?”

Daniela responded flatly, “Phillips Group.”

Alexander’s brow furrowed.

“Cedric Phillips?”

Daniela gave a small nod.

“Yes. Anything else?”

Alexander looked at Joyce, who was drunkenly slouched in her seat, and asked, “What about the other floors?”

Daniela considered briefly before answering, “There’s still one spot available. It’s in the basement, right by the restroom. Are you interested?”

Alexander’s expression soured.

“This is insane. The wine’s here, Joyce is wasted, and all you’re offering is a spot near the restroom? She’s running a clothing store. Who in their right mind would want to shop next to a restroom? That’s completely ridiculous!”

Daniela grabbed her contract and stood up.

“Well, if that’s the case, there’s nothing else to talk about. That’s the last available space. It’s at market price—15,000 dollars per square meter—and the lease is only for one year. If you want it again next year, you’ll have to bid for it like anyone else. And Mr. Bennett, don’t make such a fuss over one bottle of wine. Mentioning it is just going to make you look petty and small.”

With that, she spun around and walked away.

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