Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire
Chapter 232: The Disturbance
Malcolm, ever the embodiment of tranquility, had honed his skill of masking his emotions to perfection, ribsnevers Malenim and Reese standing in close proximity, one utterly absorbed by the rehehe other rasting innging glances at their partner, Sensing the intimate atmosphere, the crmed wisely dispersed, leaving the don within their private sphere of space Repte was captivated by robot when she abruptly felt a lean, rough hand gently cover her eye, a faint whiff of tabacen hanging in ale. Mafestor’s mire, slightly muffled came from behind her, “Reese, I’m jealous. He enciled her waist with one arm, his other hand still over her eyes, his chin resting on her shoulder. He pretended in be obliviourt, atk enntrait from hit usual composed demeanor, “You’ve been staring at that robot for so long, I should’ve never let you look at jeete, slightly taken aback by the sudden intimacy, replied, I just got carried away, the robot is fascinating No matter how swiftly the responded, Reese could never match Malcolm’s pace in these moments However, it was only during these flirtations exchanges that Beete revealed a different facet of her personality. And so, she found herself encased in a man x assertive embrace, hit warm breath caressing the nape of her neck and ears, his lips delicately grazing her blush red earlobe Back off, you te making me uncomfortable, Reese protested, her discomfort evident as sought to escape the intense proximity, turning to face Malcolm directly Perhaps intentionally, as Reese turned, Malcolm tightened his hold around her waist, drawing her closer, their bodies nearly tog hing through the thin fabric of their clothes. Reese frund herself locked in Malcolm’s teasing and suggestive gaze. She had hoped that the electric tension might dissipate when they faced rach other, but it only seemed to intensily. Let me go, were în public: Reese objected, clearly distressed. Malcalin, however, merely chuckled softly. “What’s so funny? Reese selotted, her flashed ears betraying her internal turmoil. After a brief prose, Malcolm replied with a playful grin. “What you mean is, not here, not now, but once we re home, all bets are off, right?”Reete’s eyes widened in disbelief. Her mental no shame filter for Malcolm had just thickened considerably–she knew he was audacious, but he kept pushing the boundaries! “Don’t worry, Reese, we’ll head home soon. Malcolm teased, his laughter suggesting, I know you’re interested in me. No rush, once we’re home, anything goes, Speechless, Reese had resigned herself to the futility of arguing with a man so unabashed. Malcolm watched her flustered reactions with grist amusement, thoroughly pleased with himself. Their embrace was unmistakably intimate; from afar, the petite woman was enveloped in the arms of the towering man, whose grip seemned insatiable, her ears flushed red.A hint of romance lingered in the air.
“Apologies for the interruption, Mr. Flynn!” Justin had been itching to approach, yet the intimate aura surrounding Mr. Flynn and his companion had been a formidable barrier. The situation was uncomfortable, yet remaining distant felt equally as unsettling Taking a deep breath, he mentally prepared himself. If this is my downfall, then let it be, he thought, I simply must intervene. At the sound of Justin’s voice, Reese immediately snapped out of her conversation, gently pushing Malcolm aside Malcolm turned to Justin, his ey glare as the bitter winter wind. Itis flushed face screamed a silent warning this better be an emergency, or you’re done for Undeterred by the cold reception, Justin boldly announced, “Mr. Flynn, there’s a disturbance. Maxwell from Atlanta HarmonyTech Solutions is causing quite the scene. Reese, ever the picture of calm, suggested, “Let’s go see what’s happening. “And so, they ventured towards the uproar.Amidst the throng of people, a tall, thin man with gold–rimmed glasses was audibly criticizing the project. This robot is a sham, all flash and no substance. I’ve heard that it’s not worth the cost, just a bloated scheme. It might look impressive but serves no practical purpose,” Maxwell proclaimed, champagne in hand, his dismissive tone aimed squarely at the robotics project The spectators, all influential figures in Atlanta, had gathered to assess the project. If it lived up to the hype, it would have been a game–changer, opening up new possibilities in the industry.Initially, most attendees had arrived with a healthy dose of skepticism. However, Maxwell’s harsh criticism was hard to overlook, especially given Harmony Tech’s recent rise as a formidable contender in the competitive tech arena. Their products had captivated the younger generation, proving that Maxwell was not to be underestimated His words echoed through the crowd, igniting hushed conversations. Where did you hear such information, Mr. Maxwell? Would you care to share your insights with Malcolms?” Malcolm’s voice sliced through the murmuring crowd, which parted to make way for him and Reese–Malcolm stepped forward, Reese’s hand in his “Mr. Flynn, what a diversion! Shouldn’t you be focusing on your lady at this hour? Maxwell chuckled.A collective gasp filled the room. Maxwell’s comment was a thinly veiled critique of Malcolm and Reese’s recent public display of affection. However, Malcolm was not to be belittled by the likes of Maxwell. Mr. Maxwell seems to be chasing shadows,” Malcolm retorted with a calmness that belied the underlying tension. He elegantly plucked a champagne flute from a nearby table, taking leisurely sip. HarmonyTech has had its moments in the sun, but when compared to Flynn Industries, they were merely a David to our Goliath. Only a bold player like Maxwell would dare to challenge such a claim.Unfazed, Maxwell scrutinized the enigmatic nun before him. His gaze lingered on Reese for a moment, revealing a glimmer of awe.Reese could feel Maxwell’s gaze slither over her like an unwelcome serpent, leaving her skin crawling “So, Flynn’s not going public with this? Maxwell asked, his eyes locked on Malcolm, “When it comes to Flynn Industries, it’s none of Mr. Maxwell’s concern,” Tartt interjected, his disdain palpable. He had noticed Maxwell’s lecherous ogling of Reese. “Were you bitter about missing out on this juicy deal? Acting like the fox who couldn t reach the grapes?“Maxwell’s smile renuine as if he hadn’t noticed the insult. “No offense taken, I assure you. I was merely seeking some clarity–nothing more. Clear the now and then we could collaborate better later, right? Reese, weary from the verbal sparring yet maintaining her composure, finally chimed in: “If Mr. Maxwell insists on casting doubt…”
