Next Man Better Plan novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

But the girl who had endured so much without ever crying in front of him was now shedding tears.

Quennel’s large hand gently rested on her shoulder.

He couldn’t bring himself to criticize her anymore, speaking softly instead. “Stephanie, I know you care about me, that you love me. But bullying Victoria… it’s not dignified. Whatever you’re unhappy about, can we talk about it at home tonight? Please?”

Stephanie flinched as if electrocuted and slapped his hand away.

“Victoria has no shame,” she said coldly. “Why should I care about dignity?”

Quennel tried to say more, but Stephanie wasn’t listening.

“We just don’t see the world the same way. Not for a long time.”

With that, she pushed the door open and walked out without a backward glance.

A cool draft from the hallway slipped through the open door, chilling Quennel’s face.

He instinctively reached out to grab her, but he was a moment too late, and could only watch her walk away.

Stephanie walked down the long corridor to another private room.

The door was ajar, and she went straight in, heading for the restroom.

Their families had always been so close.

When her father had arranged the engagement he could never have imagined that his precious daughter would one day be so deeply hurt by Quennel.

Stephanie pulled two paper towels from the dispenser, dabbing at the corners of her eyes and forcing back the sting of tears.

What was there to cry about? A two–timing jerk wasn’t worth it.

Her life was meant for more than just a man.

The priority now was to sell the company as quickly as possible. Only after settling things with Meridian Consortium would she have the strength to let him go completely.

Stephanie stayed in the restroom for a full ten minutes, composing herself.

When she stepped out, however, she was surprised to see someone sitting on the sofa in the private room.

She paused. To ensure everything went smoothly, she had arrived a full hour early for the

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meeting.

Even with the delay caused by Quennel, there was still at least half an hour until the scheduled time. And she was certain she was the right room.

Isn’t the client always king?

So why was the representative from Ironhold vestment Group here so early?

Stephanie slowly approached him.

The man had his back to her, sunk deep into the sofa, seemingly texting someone. His phone was open to a chat screen.

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