Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

“Hehe, I never dreamed that Terence Group would end up in this situation today,” a man in casual attire at the press conference venue suddenly chuckled. “I wonder how panicked the heiress of the Quillen family is right now.”

His smile carried an air of fantasy and greed.

“Yes, it’s true that the wheel of fortune turns,” another man in a beige suit, holding a cigar, said after exhaling a smoke ring. “Terence Group’s stockholders are selling off their shares, and they are facing enormous breach of contract penalties. Many debts that were previously manageable may now be life–threatening.”

Both of them were heirs of prominent Yeringham companies and also among Mackenzie’s admirers. One was named Archibald Zilmont, and the other was Godfrey Hewitt.

In the past, both of them had contemplated pursuing Mackenzie but were quickly discouraged by her icy glare.

“Remember that saying from Yeringham’s high society circles?” Archibald lit a cigarette and asked Godfrey

remember it even in my dreams!” Godfrey chuckled self–deprecatingly. “In front of the Icy Female CEO, we

Mackenzie will descend from her pedestal. Let’s

were filled with anticipation. “If the Quillen family can’t pay off their debts, I’m willing to spend millions to buy her

at the back of the line if she can be acquired with money!” Archibald, who had just been scornful of Mackenzie, suddenly showed a crafty side when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and said, “Even if

men with similar intentions, especially

Mackenzie had married

discussions happened to fall within earshot of Beatrix and Lexi. Beatrix was deeply concerned that if her mother and aunts heard these comments, they might redouble their efforts to break

the older women of the Quillen family had

they were backstage at the press conference,

look at the man you chose. He promised to solve the technical refining issue, didn’t he? But look at

then and spoke harshly. “Typical of lower–class people–they