My Dreamy Old Husband

Greg was thunderous as he yelled, “You’re going to let them off the hook like that?”

The security guard stepped aside and watched Carmen and Poppy leave before turning his attention to Greg with a raised brow. “What would you have me do instead, sir? Kill them?”

With that, he turned to leave and did not bother to stay for whatever retort that Greg would have.

An outraged Greg threatened loudly, “I’m going to file a complaint against all of you!”

“Have a nice day,” the guard replied nonchalantly before he exited, leaving Greg high and dry at the entrance.

“You—”

Greg wanted to rush after the guard to confront him, but he refrained from doing so when he remembered that there were more important matters at hand. With that in mind, he turned to address the mogul, who was still sitting in the private booth.

After all, it was the mogul who deserved every bit of Greg’s attention.

He was about to sit down so that he could resume his conversation with the mogul when much to his surprise, the latter abruptly stood up and started toward the door.

“Mr. Adams, where are you going?” Greg asked with widened eyes as he scrambled after him. However, the other man did not respond as he left the booth.

Greg picked up his pace as he tried to catch up to the mogul. He lowered his stature and began to explain frantically, “Mr. Adams, what happened just now was an accident! The thesis really was written by Flynn. If you don’t believe me, we can go somewhere else and I’ll have him discuss the contents of the thesis with you. M-Mr. Adams—”

The man said nothing despite Greg’s efforts to convince him. He was powerful and untouchable and not even the likes of Greg, who was the head of Stafford Group, could ever measure up to his stature.

the same had been circulating for the past decade. There would undoubtedly be more stories of him in the

with the highest net worth in the

he was one of the youngest to have made it to the top of

ten; as a result, he was forced to take over the family business as the director of the conglomerate. The rest of the world thought that the Adams Group was on its way to its demise, seeing that it was desperate enough to push a child into taking over the business, but the same youngster proved to be far more capable than perceived. Time and time again, Adams Group had thrived miraculously under the

he was in his fifties, Greg could not even hope to compete against a man

a big shot like him—not by his own efforts, at least. In fact, they could never have crossed paths

had wanted to see Greg in the first place was because Flynn’s thesis on the future of insurance, which was featured in a journal publication, had caught his eye. Even the director of Adams Group—otherwise known as the king

for the dissertation, he was also able to succinctly state his findings and draw a clear conclusion. The author was strong in his delivery and offered a refreshing outlook through his work. The mogul was further convinced of the author’s talent after

that the author was an honors high school student whose remarkable academic performance was bolstered by the

in touch with the Clarks, he had asked Greg to

made sense that the theses were written by the girl; the possibility of it was neither far-fetched nor unexpected. In fact, if she was indeed the one who wrote the thesis, he would think she was rather behind on her

all, she came from a family of

and Poppy were standing on the pavement outside Audistin while they waited

on her wrist. “It’s already ten. I think it’s too late for us to catch a

expensive car drove out from the garage and pulled up in front of them. The door opened and Flynn angrily alighted from the vehicle before he charged toward them like a rabid dog. He then growled, “Do you realize what you’ve done, Carmen? What you did

The reason why Greg brought him to Audistin in the first place was because the mogul had taken an interest in his thesis and wanted to meet him in person. Flynn had been ecstatic because most people would kill for an opportunity like that, but Carmen showed up and

as

mom’s a farmer and my

rage and he paid no heed to

the other hand, was watching the show from the sidelines as she stood with the men who worked for Stafford Group. This little wench has some nerve,

planned today, Flynn would have piqued the mogul’s interest and it would not take long before he could start paving his way to success, but any chance of that happening was non-existent now; the wretched peasant girl