“You’re welcome.” Hanna stretched her arm and crawled under the covers.
“You’ve always looked after me, Mr. Mitchell. The least I can do to return the favor is to take care of Miss Mitchell. Well, it’s getting late. I’m off to bed. Good night, Mr. Mitchell.”
Hannah had barely finished speaking when Bryson’s voice came again, sounding a little urgent this time.
“I’m not inviting you solely for Grace’s sake, Miss Moore. I just want you to know that.”
Hannah’s brows furrowed slightly, but before she could ask what he meant, Bryson spoke again.
“Have a good night, Miss Moore.”
The call ended, and Hannah was left staring at her phone screen. She shook her head helplessly, Lydia’s words from earlier echoing in her mind.
How could she possibly get involved with someone like Bryson Mitchell?
Early the next morning, Hannah found her face and name plastered all over the news.
A video of Eliana kneeling in front of her, pleading and crying, was making its rounds online. Needless to say, netizens were cursing Hannah, saying that she was so starved for fame that she was deliberately causing such scenes.
People were criticizing her for being cruel and unreasonable. How could she make someone kneel and beg in front of so many people?
Hannah ate it all up despite herself. She was so engrossed in the drama that she kept clicking on article after article. And then, the next thing she knew, they were all gone.
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She went back to the home page, but the posts were no longer there.
Even the video clip had disappeared from the trending section.
Hannah knew of only one person who could, and would, do this for her-Bryson.
She opened their WhatsApp conversation, only to hesitate at the last second.
In the end, she typed one simple line and hit send. [Thank you.]
In a certain office in the city’s business district, Bryson’s phone vibrated on his desk. He tapped on his WhatsApp notification, read Hannah’s message, and smiled.
Yosef Reed, Bryson’s executive assistant, who had been waiting on standby, gaped at his boss as if he had just seen a phantom.
Bryson Mitchell was actually smiling? And at a text message, no less!
This was the same ruthless boss, who was notoriously known as a demon lord in the business circles, whose every decision rocked the entire landscape of Valmere… And he was smiling at a text?!
Bryson looked up just in time to catch his assistant staring and trembling ever so slightly.
“What’s the matter?”
I think “Boss.” Yosef bowed his head and took a deep breath.