Marrying

Chapter 7



Valerie raised an eyebrow. “Don’t sweat in if you can’t pay me back. 111 just shoot the breeze with Mr. Hart.” 

Habel panicked. Dylan had looked like he wanted to chew her out earlier, it was the first time she’d seen him blow up at her, and she was clueless about what Valerie had pulled! You just you wait!” Isabel stormed out, slamming the door behind her. 

Katherine burst into laughter, Valerie, did you see her? She was so pissed, her nostrils went all wonky! But seriously, I always thought you were this gentle pushover. I had no clur you could be such a badass. Spill it, how did you manage to get Mr. Hart and Isabel to back off? Did you actually hit sp Mr. Moreno!” 

Valerie shook her head. “Like I said, hitting up Mr. Moreno was a dead end.” 

Arcton Cars had been swallowed up by Noria Group, 

cup, and its general manager was just a figurehead, practically retired, just sitting around sipping tea from a thermos. So, she bypassed him, found the personal email of Noria Group’s CEO on the intranet, and fired off a complaint. Since Dylan 

their guy, it was their mess to clean up. 

I’ve never met Mr. Grant of Noria Group, but I’ve seen his interviews in the financial papers. The dude once worked entry–level to get the real scoop on his employees‘ lives, so I thought Id give it a shot and drop him a line. 

Katherine was amazed.” 

  1. ed. “Wow, so that legendary Grant sounds like one of the good ones, huh? All clearcut and principled” 

Valerie smirked slightly. “Not really, Mr. Hart maddles work with personal crap, but all Mr. Grant did was make him return the project to me; no other slap on the wrist. Seems like Mr. Grant doesn’t see it as a big deal. You know what they say, “A fish rots from the head down. Mr. Grant might not be as stellar as he appears.” 

And today, while it seemed like Valerie won, she had totally alienated Dylan. He seemed to cave, but who knew what kind of sneaky shit he could pull behind the scenes. Valerie was here to make bank, not to play office politics. Plus, with her baby on the way, she wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer. 

Looks like it’s time to think about a way out Damn, this job sucks! Valerie thought despairingly 

A few days earlier, Matthew, the new CEO of Grant Group, had wrapped up several days of factory inspections and orchestrated a shareholder meeting to chart out this quarter’s business strategy. Dead tired, he got hit with a bizarre complaint letter. 

Valerie Warren…” Matthew glanced at the signature, the name ringing a faint bell. He remembered Dylan, a subordinate under his uncle. 

In his office, the Hit manager, visibly shaking and dry–mouthed, ventured, “Mr. Grant, how do you intend to handle this Dylan Hart situation?” 

As soon as he spoke, the room’s atmosphere plummeted. The manager mentally kicked himself for his lack of tact, 

“Don’t worry. I’ll chew out Mr. Hart right now and make sure he reverses the performance metrics, the manager said, bolting like there were demons on has heels 

Matthew frowned, musing. Dylan was already demoted for screwing up, and still, he hasn’t straightened out. Just a scolding is letting him off easy. But he is my uncle’s guy; I might as well wait until the old man retires to handle le 

But then again, is my face really that scary! Matthew wondered, recalling the HR manager’s terror–stricken face. 

Just then, his assistant Charles Hudson walked in and glanced at him, asking. “Mr. Grant, who pissed you off?* 

Matthew shot high a glare

Caught off guard, Charles stammered an apology. “No offense, Mr. Grant, but you gotta admit, your face doesn’t exactly scream warm and fuzzy” 

“Get to the point or get the hell out,” Matthew snapped coldly. 

Charles quipped, “Mr. Grant, if I take off, you’ll have a hell of a time finding another assistant who’s as kickass 

Everyone at Noria Group knew Matthew for his no–nonsense demeanor and natural aura of authority that could make anyone cower with just a look. Yet, against all odds, he was surprisingly easy to get along with. If not for his approachability, Charles’s curt returk earlier would have had anyone the parking their bags for good. 

there was that o 

one person 

Matthew rubbed his temples, resigned to the fact that his intimidating presence often scared others. “Then again, there was recently who wasn’t the least bit scared of me. She even dared to wait a minuter 

A sudden realization struck him. He remembered that a woman had called him out to register for marriage just a few days ago. 

No wonder her name sounded familiar. It’s the same as hers, Valerie Warren. What are the odds… could it be? he pondered, frowning as he pulled up the employee records and saw Valerie’s smiling face in her work photo. 

The world really is a small place. But still, it’s been three days. Why hasn’t she reached out at all he wondered 

He had assumed that after their marriage, Valerie would not be able to resist contacting him and revealing her true colors. Yet, her silence over the past three days was unexpected and oddly impressive. 

Deciding it was time to reach out to his nominal wife, Matthew pulled out his phone 

His private number was a secret, shared only with family and close friends, so it was easy for him to find Valerie in his contacts. 

Three days in, she should have played her hand by now. Knowing she’s an Arcion Cars employee, it’s no surprise she’s aware that Em the president of Noria Group. No wonder she went through so much trouble to marry me! Now, by deliberately avoiding contact, she seems to be angling for me to make the first move. Fine, she’ll get her wish, he mused and sent her the first message. [Let’s meet | 

He could almost picture how a gold–digger like her would secretly delight at his message 

But the next second, the message he sent showed only a single check mark. Clearly, he’d been blocked. 

Matthew gripped his phone tightly, his eyes turning stormy. Inside, he seethed. Damn it! She actually blocked mer RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

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