The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 451

“He is so gorgeous! He’s got way more presence than any of those movie stars on TV! But he looks so fierce, and his eyes are freezing cold. He looks like the Grim Reaper.”

Anya chirped her commentary, her eyes wide with awe. “Do all rich guys look this good nowadays?”

Nora had been arranging a bunch of lisianthus nearby. Hearing Anya's words, her gaze involuntarily followed the younger girl's pointing finger and landed on the open newspaper.

[Hayes Group Expands Again, Successfully Swallows Europe's Largest Energy Firm]

The subtitle followed in striking, bold print: [Gideon Hayes Sweeps Global Market with an Iron Fist; His Business Empire remains Unrivaled]

Beneath those heavy black lines was a candid photo of Gideon taken at an international business summit.

The man in the photo was still wearing an impeccably tailored, pitch-black bespoke suit without a single wrinkle in sight.

He sat at the dead center of the main conference table, his posture as straight as a pine, his long, elegant hands resting folded on the table. Even through the black-and-white newspaper ink, it was impossible to mask the cold, dominant aura of a man who spent his life looking down on the rest of the world.

His jawline was still as sharp as a blade. Those bottomless dark eyes stared right past the camera lens, exuding a ruthless arrogance that suggested he could crush anyone under his heel.

Standing at her workbench, Nora stared quietly at the man in the paper.

Time seemed to come to a complete standstill.

Two years hadn't left a single trace of ruin on his face. Instead, it had only sharpened his edges, making him even more untouchable.

He had recovered quite well.

That late night at the Hayes Manor two years ago—when he had been covered in blood, breaking down and begging her—seemed like a fog that had long since dissipated.

Now, Gideon had put his cold, heartless mask back on, slaughtering his competition in the corporate world.

But looking closely, his expression seemed even more detached than it had been two years ago, tinged with an unfamiliar chill.

It turned out that time really could dilute anything. She had once thought that even if she died and turned to ashes, she would carry her hatred for this man to the grave.

But now, seeing him standing at the summit, watching him become the undisputed king of the Metropolis, the only thought in her mind was a quiet sigh of relief.

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