The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1399

Claire shot him a deadly glare as he tried to defend himself.

Waylon instantly threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, boss, you're absolutely right. I'll never do it again."

Waylon had actually backed down.

The men in the room exchanged shocked glances.

Owen's brow furrowed into deep, troubled lines as he studied Waylon.

What the hell was Waylon playing at?

Why was he acting so submissive in front of Claire? What was his endgame?

Did he figure out that she was the core talent behind Luminate, and was he just kissing up to her?

If Waylon had heard him, he would have proudly declared that it was true love!

It was true, Waylon had fallen head over heels at first sight for the girl who had ruthlessly run him off the road.

He had never believed in love at first sight until tonight.

Some women really could steal a man's soul with a single glance.

Even if she was just playing hard to get, he was completely hooked.

After countless meaningless flings, Waylon Hudson was finally in love!

"I'm not your boss, so don't call me that," Claire snapped, not indulging his weird behavior.

She had no idea what kind of psychotic episode he was currently having, and she didn't care.

"Exactly. If you don't have anything else to say, Waylon, you can both leave. We have real business to discuss," Owen interjected, his patience completely depleted.

"As for investing, the answer is still no."

"You really missed your window."

Under no circumstances was he letting Waylon into their company.

The guy was a walking disaster.

And he came attached to the scheming Quentin Dale.

Quentin's business tactics were notoriously dirty.

He constantly manipulated Waylon into reckless investments.

By giving Waylon a minor cut, Quentin was able to exploit the Hudson family's political connections to amass a fortune.

With a ticking time bomb like Quentin lingering around, Waylon's father was going to have a hard time advancing his political career.

Reaching the position of second-in-command in Cabinda was probably his ceiling.

Waylon conveniently ignored the insult and fixated entirely on the word 'fiancé.'

"A fiancé? Who?"

"Don't tell me it's one of these guys."

Waylon figured that if it was anyone in this room, he still had a fighting chance.

"No," Claire said, completely exhausted by the conversation.

"Then who is it? Why don't you consider me instead? I might just be a massive upgrade from your current guy."

"A massive upgrade from who exactly?" A deep, chilling voice echoed from the doorway. Dane had arrived.

Hearing Waylon's arrogant claim, Dane had pushed the door wide open.

Owen caught sight of him and smirked.

He was the one who had tipped Dane off.

He had secretly recorded a short video and sent it to him, and Dane had rushed over in record time.

As luck would have it, Dane was already at Mistral Manor.

He had been attending a dinner nearby with his uncle, Ablett.