Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 54

Meanwhile, on the top floor of The Lawrence Group headquarters.

Beyond the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the entirety of Riverport was veiled in a hazy, rainy mist.

Julian stood by the window, one hand tucked into his tailored trousers, his tall silhouette radiating a quiet solitude.

Trent Carter had just walked in to deliver his report.

"Mr. Lawrence, as instructed, we made an investment in Director Andrews' Snowbound project under one of our subsidiary companies."

"We also casually recommended Eliza's dance video to his team. Director Andrews was highly impressed by her talent and has officially extended a job offer to her."

"Additionally, the acquisition of The Chelsea Dance Academy is fully complete; all legal procedures have been finalized."

"The center is now a wholly-owned asset of our group."

Trent's report was clear and concise.

Over the past few days, he had watched his boss devote nearly all his personal energy to this woman, aside from handling the company's backlog of work.

From investigating the truth behind her forced performance, to buying out the entire dance academy without a second thought.

And then leveraging his connections to put her in front of a top-tier director.

Every move was swift and decisive, yet entirely behind the scenes.

Trent was curious, but he didn't dare say a word.

To think a powerful CEO was playing the secret admirer game.

And for a married woman, no less.

Trent stood quietly behind him, waiting for his next command.

Julian simply listened in silence.

The rainy scenery reflected in his eyes, and he didn't turn around.

After a long pause, he gave a faint hum of acknowledgment, betraying no emotion.

In truth, he didn't do any of this so she would find out, nor did he want her gratitude.

He simply couldn't stand seeing her suffer.

She deserved the most brilliant stage in the world.

Julian picked up the key and checked the watch on his wrist.

It was about time for her to get off work.

He didn't know what he was thinking, or perhaps he wasn't thinking at all; his body simply moved before his brain could process it.

He grabbed his suit jacket and walked out.

Elsewhere, Eliza stared at the official digital contract sent by Caleb Andrews' studio on her computer screen.

The more she thought about it, the more off it felt.

In Riverport, there was only one person with the capability and motive to do this.

The only person she could think of was him.

Now that he was the young master of the Roth family, it made sense he had some connections.

Was this his new tactic to win her back?

Dangle an irresistible career opportunity as bait, expecting her to be overcome with gratitude?