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Giselle did not seem to expect that she would come up with such a straightforward question. She was stunned for a
split second and then laughed out loud. “It’s hard not to take a fancy to a man as brilliant as Coleman.”
Daisie continued to ask, “Have you known Colton for a long time?”
After all, she did not even know about their relationship. Giselle replied to her, “We just met recently. My father
wants me to take over Cloud Capital Inc. and kept telling me to learn from him.”
Daisie nodded.
Colton just happened to be walking to the parking lot and saw James reversing his car. The bright purple sports car
was quite conspicuous among the black and white cars.
James got the car out of the parking space, and a figure stood beside the car, knocked on the window, and
motioned him to stop.
He paused for a bit, lowered the car window, and looked at Colton. “Is everything alright, Mr. Goldmann?”
Colton’s gaze quickly swept across the car’s interior, and
he realized that James was the only person in the car.“ Mr. Tell, aren’t you sending someone home?”
James shrugged. “How can I send someone home when that person has already left?”
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off, but he did not have the chance.
Colton’s rigid facial expression loosened up a little as he turned around. “I see. It’s nothing. You’re good to go.”
James looked puzzled.
‘Did he just stop me to ask me about this?”
On the other side of town…
Freyja arrived at the hotel and asked the receptionist for two pieces of paper and some glue. She then returned to
her room, took a pen out of her bag, wrote a few large words on the piece of paper, applied some glue on the
back, stuck them on the door, and shut the door hard.
After packing her luggage, she returned to the room and turned on her laptop to look for an apartment to rent.
In the car…
Colton called Freyja twice, but she did not answer.
‘Given her temperament, she probably will start packing her luggage up and leave as soon as she gets back to the
hotel.’
After arriving at the hotel, he went straight to the elevator and received a call from his assistant when he was on his
way. His assistant said that he had picked up Giselle.
He said lightly , “Send her back first. We’ll talk about it some other day.”
He hung up the phone and stopped outside the room, and his eyes were fixed on the piece of paper.
(Dogs and Colton Goldmann are not allowed to enter.)
The huge font filled the entire A4 paper as if the owner of the paper was afraid that others would be able to see it.
He frowned, tore off the piece of paper, and laughed angrily instantly because there was another piece of paper
behind it.
(Whoever tears the paper off is a dog.)
Colton took out a master key card, swiped it across the door lock, and got into the room directly. The room had
been cleaned, and the luggage had already been packed.
Freyja was sitting on the single couch in the bedroom. Knowing that it was him, she did not even lift her head. Her
eyes were fixed on the laptop screen, and she did not utter a single word.
He threw the pieces of paper on the table. “Did you write these?”
Freyja sounded rather indifferent. “Don’t ask questions that you already know the answers to.”
Colton stopped in front of her, propped his hands against the arms of the couch , and leaned over to look at her.“
Did you just compare me to a dog?”
She still did not look up. “How can any dog compare to
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‘Any dog would win the comparison without having to put in any effort.’
He stared at her. “What’s wrong? Are you telling me that you’re jealous?”
She stopped moving for a moment, closed the lid of the laptop, and raised her head. “Why should I feel jealous?
You’ve made my life difficult enough for me, so why can’t I express my discontent about that?”
As soon as she said that, she pushed him aside , got up, and inserted the laptop into her bag. “I won’t stay here for
free. I’ll pay the room fee back to you.”
Colton’s brows creased, and he hurried forward and grabbed her wrist. “I seem to have said you’re not leaving
here before I get tired of you?”
Freyja turned to look at him and scoffed after a long while. “You want me to stay in a hotel all the time, so do you
plan to be my sugar daddy?”
“What bargaining chip do you have to ask for that?”
His gaze looked way too sharp. It felt like a knife had sliced her hand, but the cut was not deep enough, and he
poked at the wound repeatedly, making it unbearably itchy and painful.
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