Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 325

The moment Dawn looked into his eyes, that uneasy feeling in her chest grew stronger—especially since even the bodyguards hadn't tried to stop her this time.

There was only one café near Seabrook, so they went there and took a random seat by the window.

Daniel glanced toward the entrance. A few bodyguards were stationed outside, but the space inside felt private enough.

"Go ahead," Dawn said, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Mr. Brown, what do you want to talk about?"

"As far as I know, you're under someone's control right now." Daniel's tone was calm. He poured two drinks and pushed one toward her. "If you want to change that, I can help."

When he looked up, light glinted off his glasses, giving his eyes a sharp, cunning glimmer.

Dawn already knew Daniel wasn't a good guy.

"Why would you help me?" she asked with a faint smile. "If you know I'm being controlled, then you should also know your boss had a hand in that. So what—did Roxanne do something to piss you off? You planning to switch sides?"

Daniel's eyes flickered, then he chuckled softly. "Stop joking. In Northville, Ms. West isn't technically my superior. My projects don't fall under her department. But since she's the chairman's daughter, I have to show her some level of respect."

So there was tension between Daniel and Roxanne.

Dawn filed that away mentally, though she didn't show it on her face.

"And how exactly can you help me?"

"It depends on you."

Daniel leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, his arm resting lazily along the back of the couch. The pose screamed confidence—like he always had the upper hand. "If you want to leave Mr. Curran's side, you can do it anytime."

"You're not afraid of crossing Jonathan?"

"I don't think you're the kind of woman who'd betray her allies."

She wasn't. But that didn't mean she trusted him.

Daniel seemed to notice her doubt. "To be honest, Ms. West has gotten a little too bold lately, and Mr. West isn't happy about it. He asked me to ... remind her who's really in charge."

"Your way of teaching her a lesson is to let me go?" Dawn sneered. "That's a pretty unique idea. Mr. West must have a creative mind."

Daniel didn't explain. He just smiled and said, "Anyway, if you ever need anything, have Victor contact me."

She frowned, about to ask who Victor was, when Daniel stood and walked to the door. He said something quietly to one of the bodyguards who had followed her.

The guard turned and nodded at her.

...

Dawn's stomach dropped.

Eight years.

But could Daniel's words really be trusted?

"City Plaza?" she asked, curious. "What's there?"

"I heard there's fireworks show tonight. Should be beautiful."

Beautiful, huh? Probably not the fireworks he was talking about.

Still, since he'd brought it up, she decided to go and see for herself.

After changing clothes, she and Victor got in the same car, with four other bodyguards following behind. Dawn sat up front beside Victor while staring out the window. Now and then, she could feel eyes on her, but whenever she looked up at the rearview mirror, there was nothing there.

They reached City Plaza soon after. It was packed—people hurrying by, kids laughing, street musicians singing soulful songs that floated through the chilly night air.

Dawn stopped to listen for a while, then told Victor to donate 200 dollars to the singer.

They were just about to leave when a commotion rose behind them.

"Hey! Someone's confessing over there—let's go check it out!"

"Oh my God, that's so romantic!"

Dawn turned toward the sound without thinking—and then froze.

A man stood at the center of the crowd, holding a bouquet of deep crimson roses, so dark they almost looked black. His expression was hidden in the shadows, and from this distance, she couldn't quite see his face clearly.