She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 945:

Alan contemplated her words with profound consideration. Her logic appeared sound on the surface, yet something about it rang hollow.

“Assuming leadership as president of Briggs Group transcends mere occupational status,” Freya continued, her voice unwavering. “Between commanding a major corporation as its chief executive and existing as a wealthy but purposeless individual, which persona projects greater appeal?”

“The president, without question,” Alan blurted reflexively.

Should familial fortunes experience decline, he would find himself bereft of purpose or identity.

Within their exclusive social sphere, relationships predominantly formed around mutual benefit. When calamity struck, connections would sever instantaneously. At minimum, a company’s president retained marketable expertise should circumstances deteriorate.

“Can you now perceive the inherent value in presiding over Briggs Group?” Freya inquired, her question hanging expectantly.

“Indeed, I—” Alan began to concede before abruptly halting himself.

“Wait, absolutely not!”

Freya’s expression froze. Had he detected her strategem so quickly?

“Your clever manipulation nearly succeeded,” Alan declared, recognizing her tactical approach.

Were he conversing with anyone other than Freya, Alan would have calmly dismantled her argument from its inception. He hadn’t anticipated such cunning from her.

Freya maintained impeccable composure. “What?”

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“Abandon the pretense. Your reasoning lacks substantive foundation,” Alan rebutted with meticulous logic. “Even should I resign, none of your predicted consequences would materialize. I hardly qualify as some useless parasite—I possess considerable skills.”

Regarding true love? He harbored no desire for romantic entanglement. “Next Monday. Ensure your presence at Briggs Group,” Alan pronounced with decisive finality. “Should you fail to appear, expect my considerable displeasure.”

Freya had nearly outmaneuvered him. Yet she had grossly miscalculated his perceptiveness.

“Naturally, should your boyfriend wish to assist you, that arrangement proves perfectly acceptable,” Alan added, shifting his attention toward Ellis, who had maintained remarkable equanimity throughout the exchange.

Ellis returned his gaze and responded with measured deliberation. “I’d appreciate the opportunity to pose a question, Alan.”

“Please proceed,” Alan said, his estimation of Ellis climbing steadily.

“In your estimation, what significance does a promise hold?” Ellis inquired, meticulously establishing context.

Alan’s brow furrowed slightly, perplexed. A promise? How did this inquiry relate to their current discourse?

“Undeniably significant,” Alan replied, presuming some connection to Ellis and Freya’s relationship. “As men of honor, when we extend promises, we must fulfill them. If fulfillment proves impossible, one should refrain from making such commitments initially.”noveldrama

Whether or not this concerned him and Freya, this response seemed diplomatically secure. After all, his observation addressed men specifically, not humanity collectively.

“And what becomes of situations where promises are extended yet remain unfulfilled?” Ellis pressed further, his voice measured.

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