Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire
Chapter 256: Indifference to Identity
By the way, the Brooks clan will be joining us tomorrow as well. Rene, you may find your hands full with them,” warned Calvin, fully aware that Dahlia frooks and Reese were far from being on amicable terms. The Brooks family had never accepted Reese as one of their own.
Upon hearing this, Reese scoffed dismissively, “Do you really think be intimidated by her?”
Calvin found himself almost looking forward to witnessing Reese’s response, savouring the anticipation. Reese, after all, had a knack for wielding words like weapons.
“Alright then, I’m off. Rest well, Reese, I have someone looking into son’s whereabouts. I should have some information for you
soon.”
“Yeah, make it quick. This has dragged on far too long,” Reese responded.
After ending the call, Reese found herself gazing out at the night sky from her bedroom window, the stars twinkling against the serene expanse of the heavens. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting day.
By the time Malcolm finished his work in the study and returned, Reese had already succumbed to sleep. Observing her silhouette, he couldn’t shake a sense of solitude. Reese had never displayed any dependence on him, a stark contrast to other women who often clung to their loved ones in romantic situations.
Beese was unique in this regard. She was fiercely independent, opinionated, and never influenced by the crowd. Her judgement remained clear and decisive, unaffected by the opinions of others. As a wife and partner, she was unparalleled.
Half–asleep, Reese felt a warmth enveloping her. She was prone to feeling cold easily, and the moment Malcolm’s hand rested on her waist, she instinctively snuggled deeper into his embrace. Even Reese’s typically stern features seemed to soften under his touch.
He held her close, his heart brimming with adoration, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before drifting off to sleep, their bodies
entwined.
It was, perhaps, the most peaceful sleep Reese had experienced in a while. No disturbances, no need for vigilance, a complete state of relaxation, and most importantly, no nightmares.
Alone, she would often wake startled from a bad dream, memories replaying in her mind like a haunting film, waking up to a cold sweat and a racing heart. But this time was different. She woke up refreshed, turning her head to see the empty space next to her, yet she could still sense Malcolm’s presence from the night–the warmth, the comforting scent–all providing her with a sense of
peace.
Lost in thought, her phone vibrated with a new message. It was from Calvin.
“Reese, be there at ten sharp.”
Reese grunted a brief acknowledgement before getting out of bed to freshen up. Shortly after, she hopped into her car and headed
towards Emerald Isle.
Shirley and Sawyer were up early, meticulously dressed in expensive tailor–made outfits. Every accessory they wore screamed luxury, as if they were fearful someone might overlook their wealth,
Shirley bubbled with anticipation throughout the drive. “Dad, have you confirmed with Nicholas yet, making sure the presidency is in the bag?”
Nicholas, the outgoing president of the chamber of commerce, played a crucial role in the selection process. With elections every five years and voting being key, the endorsement of a former president was invaluable.
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With absolute confidence, Sawyer reassured her, “Don’t worry, he’s granteed it for me, and I’ve made it well worth his while. He’s stepping down anyway, so what does it matter who takes over?*
The coveted position of chamber president was sought after for its parks. With access to insider information on new projects and the ability to act swiftly, not to mention the annual influx of gifts, it was a lucrative role. Even though one could only serve for five years, it was enough time to amass a fortune,
The benefits were substantial, fueling the fierce competition for the litle.
Seeing her father’s certainty, Shirley felt at ease. With a hint of sinugness in her delicate features, she mused, “Dad, if you really become the president, my status will rise too. Do you think Malcom will start seeing me differently?”
“Absolutely, Sawyer boasted, “My daughter’s beautiful and accomplished. Unlike Reese – so plain, aside from being mildly attractive, with her strange temperament. After all that negative press, the Fly family, who care so much about their reputation, will definitely cut ties with her.”
Shirley beamed with delight, reveling in the gossip. “I’ve heard that because of the scandal involving Reese online, the Flynns fired a significant shareholder. They’re furious and there’s even talk of Malcom divorcing that harpy.”
Sawyer’s eyes widened in shock, then glee overtook him. “Really? This could be a golden opportunity for you. You must not let it slip
away.”
If they could forge ties with the Flynn family and he secured the chamber presidency, the Sawyer family would be unstoppable. “Don’t worry, Dad. This time, I’ll certainly win Malcom over.”
When she became Mrs. Flynn of the Flynn family, she’d undoubtedly crush Reese beneath her heel, and repay every slight and insult she’d endured in the past.
Arriving at Emerald Isle, both Shirley and Sawyer were awestruck. Despite its name, Emerald Isle wasn’t a real island, but it was prime real estate, so coveted that every inch of ground felt like stepping on a stack of dollars. The nobility and pride that welled up in Shirley and Sawyer made them feel like they had ascended to a higher echelon of society.
Once inside, Shirley quickly found a seat. It was almost noon, and the local tradition was to dine first and then proceed to the voting. The exclusivity of the dishes here was unparalleled; even the chefs had been meticulously selected. Such culinary skill was beyond Emerald Isle’s high threshold for ordinary.
Today, however, they were in for a treat. All the delicacies of the house were complimentary. Sawyer was rubbing his hands in anticipation, already behaving as if the position of the new associate chair was his for the taking, speaking with a haughty tone.
“Waiter, bring me your signature dish and all the other best dishes,” he demanded, sure that the staff would be tripping over themselves to serve him. To his surprise, the waiter didn’t even glande up and rejected his request outright.
“Sorry, but our signature dish is reserved for special patrons–not everyone qualifies,” the waiter replied with an intonation that Sawyer instantly recognized as sardonic.
Sawyer’s rage flared, and he slammed his hand on the table, causing a noticeable stir around him. “What’s with that attitude? Are you looking down on me? Do you know who I am?” he challenged.
A challenge to his stature from a mere waiter – Sawyer had never endured such insolence from anyone so beneath him and was determined not to let it pass.
The waiter, unfazed and even daring to roll his eyes at Sawyer, retorted, “I don’t care who you are. This is Emerald Isle, not your house. Stop acting like you own the place.”
