Chapter 287

“Seriously, it was huge!” one exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Either his girlfriend has incredible stamina, or—”

“—or he’s just that good in bed, driving her crazy,” the other finished with a knowing smirk.

I blinked, momentarily speechless. These two knew far too much.

“You two don’t miss a thing,” I chuckled, though it felt forced.

“He wanted us to see it. His shirt was practically open,” one said, nudging her friend. “Right?”

“Totally. It wasn’t just us. Every woman in the company saw it—even the cleaning lady!”

I was speechless.

“Mr. Hart’s usually so reserved. He barely leaves his office. But today, he was like he was in a parade.”

“Seriously. Do you think he’s trying to make a point?”

“Maybe…” The other girl offered a knowing look. “Or maybe he’s just squashing any fantasies we might have had about him.”

“Yeah, like, ‘Sorry, ladies, but I’m very taken.’”

I was impressed by their insight. Despite his boldness, Hayden was clearly making a statement, gently—but firmly—discouraging his admirers.

It was sweet, and a little bittersweet. You could tell when a man truly loved someone; he’d ensure she never worried.

“Mr. Hart’s a total catch. The more he does this, the more obsessed I become.”

“Seriously, he’s so swoon-worthy.”

Lost in their own world, they gushed over Hayden. I smiled softly, warmth spreading through me.

I followed Cole’s location pin and drove there. Banners celebrated the grand opening. However, being there didn't guarantee meeting Thorsten.

But after coming this far, I wasn't about to back down.

I knew little about NewWealth Capital, but for the boss to persuade Thorsten—who usually avoided everything—to leave his retreat and attend in person, they had to be very influential. And if they were that close to Thorsten, they likely had connections with Matthew as well.

Chapter 207

I hated using the Johnston name, but sometimes you have to use what you have. Not taking a shortcut when available is foolish.

I went straight to the front desk and mentioned Matthew’s name. The receptionist checked a list and admitted me.

Getting inside wasn't the victory; I was here for Thorsten.

“I need to see Thorsten Drago,” I said. “Which room is he in?”

The receptionist paused, awaiting an explanation, but I remained calm and composed. A few seconds later, she smiled politely and gave me the room number.

I didn’t bother thanking her; I simply nodded and left. Politeness is fine, but no need for excess. It's about reading the situation, not placing anyone on a pedestal.

I entered the venue, scanning the crowded room, but knew Thorsten wouldn’t be mingling. Someone like him wouldn't be out in the open, which is why I asked for his room number.

I stopped a waiter and asked him to direct me to Thorsten’s room.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked. The door opened quickly, revealing a tall, imposing man who eyed me suspiciously. “Who are you looking for?”

I remained calm. “I’m here to see Mr. Drago.” Then I added, “I’m a relative of Matthew Johnston.”

A deep voice rumbled from inside. “Let her in.”

My heart leaped. It was Thorsten. He'd actually agreed to see me.