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.

had managed to build a business empire that was powerful beyond imagination. His accomplishments were legendary and the same had been circulating for the past decade. There would undoubtedly be more stories of him in the next ten years, although he would have achieved countless

teenager with the highest net worth in the

he was one of the youngest to have

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 boy’s leadership and achieved success that was far beyond anyone’s

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 in

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 of international insurance—was impressed with how the thesis provided a fresh perspective

fact that the author of the thesis had acquired first-hand information 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

an honors high school student whose remarkable academic performance was

he had asked Greg to arrange a meeting with the author in person. Who could

was completely surprised by how things had turned out. It 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

from a

were standing on the pavement outside

wrist. “It’s already ten. I think

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 back there cost me a huge opportunity—did you know that? Did you know that? Are you trying to ruin me because you

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

fists were clenched as he marched

hit me? I’m warning you—my mom’s a farmer and my dad used to be a construction worker. Strength runs in our family’s blood. I won’t hesitate to kick your

filled with rage and he paid no

from the sidelines as she stood with the men who worked for Stafford Group. This little wench has

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