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 mogul had managed to build a business empire that was powerful beyond imagination. His accomplishments were legendary and the same had been circulating

teenager with

to have made it to the top of the millionaires

at the tender age 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

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

thought that he could ever meet a big shot like him—not by his own efforts, at least. In fact, they could never have crossed paths in the current

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

the author’s in-depth research on the insurance industry. Aside from the obvious 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

there was information to show that the author was an honors high school student whose remarkable academic performance was bolstered by the many awards

Stafford Group and upon discovering that they kept in touch with the Clarks, he had asked Greg to arrange a meeting with the author in person. Who could have thought that the meeting would come

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

all, she came from a family

and Poppy were standing on the pavement outside

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

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?

an interest in his thesis and wanted to meet him

were clenched as he marched over to

eyes and asked, “Are you going to hit me? I’m warning you—my mom’s a farmer and my dad used to be a construction worker. Strength runs

rage and

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

before he could start paving his way