SWNOVELS Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Hogan rolled in with Zachary.
Honestly, the moment those trust fund brats started trash-talking Hogan, I had
this bad feeling creeping up on me.
The Rivertown circle was small, and since they were both in the investment
game, bumping into each other was common.
But of course, today of all days, it had to happen.
Right when I was bad—mouthing him, no less.
I was a tad embarrassed, but then I remembered discussing the whole bringing
in new investors thing with Hogan, so I quickly got my act together.
But that composure cracked a bit when Hogan came over with a drink and
planted himself next
to me.
That perfect not-too—close-yet-not-too—far distance, his expression unreadable,
showing zero emotion except for that sharp, soapy scent of his that was
practically barging into my nostrils.
Feeling uneasy, I clutched my glass tighter and threw Wallis a look for backup.
Hogan slowly parted his lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly am I not doing my
job?”
His voice was deep, steady, and sounded pretty chill.
But there was a hint of mockery in those eyes of his as he looked at me.
With his status, once he spoke up, the others zipped it.
They sure knew how to read the room.
In a flash, the whole buzzing atmosphere got smothered by this heavy tension.
All eyes on me, the pressure was cranked up my way.
I figured Hogan was out to make me squirm.
I pinched my palm and confessed, “Mr. Zade, if I had to point out a flaw, it's
probably that you are a bit too stingy.”
At that, Hogan's brows did a little dance.
And the faces around were holding back grins, waiting to see his reaction.
The man swirled his wine glass and asked, “Think the money is not enough?”
I couldn't just blurt out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us a cool five
hundred thousand for Cecilia's sake.
That'd be like announcing through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant
totally bewitched.
Chapter 44
Hogan rolled in with Zachary.
Honestly, the moment those trust fund brats started trash-talking Hogan, I had
this bad feeling creeping up on me.
The Rivertown circle was small, and since they were both in the investment
game, bumping into each other was common.
But of course, today of all days, it had to happen.
Right when I was bad—mouthing him, no less.
I was a tad embarrassed, but then I remembered discussing the whole bringing
in new investors thing with Hogan, so I quickly got my act together.
But that composure cracked a bit when Hogan came over with a drink and
planted himself next to me.
That perfect not-too—close-yet-not-too—far distance, his expression unreadable,
showing zero emotion except for that sharp, soapy scent of his that was
practically barging into my nostrils.
Feeling uneasy, I clutched my glass tighter and threw Wallis a look for backup.
Hogan slowly parted his lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly am I not coing my
job?”
His voice was deep, steady, and sounded pretty chill
But there was a hint of mockery in those eyes of his as he looked at me.
With his status, once he spoke up, the others zipped it.
They sure knew how to read the room.
In a flash, the whole buzzing atmosphere got smothered by this heavy tension.
All eyes on me, the pressure was cranked up my way.
1 figured Hogan was out to make me squirm.
I pinched my palm and confessed, “Mr. Zade, if I had to point out a flaw, it's
probably that you are a bit too stingy.”
At that, Hogan's brows did a little dance.
And the faces around were holding back grins, waiting to see his reaction.
The man swirled his wine glass and asked, “Think the money is not enough?”
I couldn't just blurt out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us a cool five
hundred thousand for Cecilia's sake.
That'd be like announcing through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant
totally bewitched
by beauty.
I decided to double down on the blunder, “Yeah, when Mr. Bishop makes a move,
he hits his targets big time.”
Hogan's swirling hand paused, and he let out a soft snort.
That was when Wallis Jumped In, “Xaviera, I can't agree with that. Mr. Zade
invested the five hundred thousand when we were out of options. It was like
sending charcoal in snowy weather
less money but more meaningful.”
Frank raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Zade, not gonna clear the air?”
Hogan took a sip and said slowly, “Every project has its assessment criteria.”
I almost burst out laughing.
Hogan's “assessment criteria’ must be Cecilia, right?
“If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Zade, both you and Ms. March are graduates of N
University?" Frank stirred up another convo, “Never bumped into each other back
then?”
I took a sip and replied. “Not close.”
As soon as I said that, I could feel the guy next to me drop in temperature.
But publicly denying our history, wasn't that his favorite tactic?
Why did he seem upset now?
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Wallis caught on too, chuckling,
“Yeah, if we had SEG big shotlike
Ao Zed soph d be clinging to
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Nice save.
And just like that, the chat about judging Investors behind their backs was
smoothly bypassed.
Later, we talked about this and that until I glanced out the window and saw the
dry leaves soaked with rain.
It started to rain.
“The roads are slick; if no one minds, you can all stay the night.”
It was late, and Frank, being considerate, had someone arrange rooms for each
of us.
After the gathering, Wallis and I went to our rooms, and soon my phone rang
unexpectedly.
Hogan's call.
Guess he was on the warpath.
After an afternoon of fake smiles and Intense networking, I was beat, so I chose
to Ignore it.
The call ended, but then a message popped up. Just three words, (Open the
door.]
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1 shot up and tiptoed to the door, peeking through the peephole to see Hogan's
handsome face.
Thinking I was on Frank's turf and didn’t want to stir up drama, I reluctantly
cracked the door
open.
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He caught my movement and his
gaze met mine, dle) wedging'h is
feet the door@s if he knew I'd slam
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“Something up?” I asked awkwardly.
Somehow, it felt like I was in the middle of a sneaky affair.
What a mess.
Hogan stared at me, a coldness in his eyes, and asked, “Xaviera, we're not
close?”
I didn’t want to argue with Hogan.
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Frank that night, eo
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