Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 62

Having done all this, the two men left the room as silently as they had come.

The entire operation was seamless and took less than three minutes.

It was as if no one had ever been there.

At that moment, the Hart brothers received the call from Felix, the executive assistant to the president of the Clarke family.

When he heard the keywords “Clarke family,” “collaboration,” and “Mr. Clarke will meet you personally,” Cassian’s hand, holding the phone, began to tremble.

“Sir, are… are you serious?”

He could hardly believe his ears.

The Clarke family!

They were at the absolute pinnacle of the city’s elite! They were so far above the Hart family that it was laughable!

And now, this corporate titan was taking the initiative to collaborate with them?

Felix’s polite yet distant voice came from the other end of the line.

“Of course. Mr. Clarke’s time is very valuable. Please have Mr. Hart and your brother at the top-floor conference room of La Lumière Verre within thirty minutes. He won’t wait.”

“Absolutely! We’ll be right there!”

Cassian hung up, his face flushed with excitement.

Lucian, standing beside him, was also ecstatic.

“Cassian! Is it true? Mr. Clarke wants to see us?”

“It’s absolutely true!”

Cassian slapped his thigh in excitement. “The Hart family is about to hit the big time!”

“This is fantastic!” Lucian rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Once we’re connected to the Clarke family, who in Jarrow City would dare to disrespect us?!”

The two brothers were lost in the immense joy of their impending rise to the top, practically dancing with excitement.

As for Grace, whom they had personally handed over?

She was completely forgotten.

In their eyes, trading a disobedient sister for the family's soaring fortunes was the best deal in the world.

“Cassian, what’s Mr. Clarke’s game? Making us wait here for two hours? Is he messing with us?”

Cassian shot him a glare and lowered his voice.

“Shut up! Do you know who Mr. Clarke is? He’s an incredibly busy man; it’s normal for something urgent to come up! Just wait patiently!”

He said that, but a sense of dread had already started to creep into his own heart.

Just then, the conference room door finally opened.

But it wasn’t Damien who entered; it was his assistant, Felix.

Felix wore the same polite, impeccable smile as always.

He gave the Hart brothers a slight bow.

“Sirs, my sincerest apologies.”

“Mr. Clarke was unexpectedly pulled into a very important international video conference. I’m afraid he won’t be able to meet with you today.”

“Please, feel free to leave.”