Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 270 The Mad Ronan

Shocked, I gawked at Michael with widened eyes. I felt lost. A compensation of fifty million…

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be so serious…”

My body quivered all over. I was rendered speechless and felt guilty. It never occurred to me that wreaking havoc at his wedding would bring about such a serious consequence.

If I had known it, I would not have done so.

“What’s the use of apologizing now?”

Staring at a perturbed me, he frowned slightly. His expression softened but his tone remained aloof.

To me, fifty million was a whole lot of money. Clenching my fists, I made a decision despite my fear. “I’ll look for Emma and bring her back now.”

However, Michael apparently knew why I suggested looking for Emma. “Stand right there!” As soon as I turned around, his indifferent voice sounded. His dark eyes were smoldering with rage as he marched over to me.

Sensing his irritation, I felt my heart racing wildly. I did not know how to deal with his mood swings.

My attempt to look for Emma infuriated him. His voice became much huskier. “Do you think I’m someone who would go back on my words? I said the wedding is canceled, and I mean it.”

Didn’t you say that you’re losing fifty million because I’ve crashed your wedding? I’m going to get Emma back so you won’t have to lose so much money, and the collaboration can go on as well.”

head slightly, I nursed a grievance because of his words. I knew I had caused him a substantial loss but the indignation that I had

I such a timid man in your eyes? Do I look like I need a woman

and noticed the contempt in my words. Nevertheless, I

looked right into his eyes and asked impassively,

and answered coldly, “Hold a wedding

me another glance, he

upstairs. What does he mean by holding a wedding

referring to me. My heart leaped at this thought of

want to marry

so surreal. Did he

I then glanced in the direction of the staircase with a slight hesitation before turning

around, it would only provoke him further,

to believe that Michael wanted to marry me. That was beyond

I never expected him to marry me. All I could think about was to stop the vicious woman from being with him and that I

way, which drew the attention of numerous passersby. Some recognized that I was the woman who crashed Michael’s wedding earlier. Many pointed fingers at me, criticizing me

my blood boil. But now, I could not care less. They were not

to my place at Birchwood, I saw Ronan sitting at the entrance with his head

at the sight of the man. Standing there, I did not know how to greet or

His expression was grim and his usually