Chapter 340

Chapter 340:

Andrew’s gaze hardened as he looked up. “What is it?”

“Norton’s back,” he announced.

Andrew fell silent, his expression unreadable.

Madisyn blinked, confusion flickering in her eyes. Jada? Who was she? The name sounded like it belonged to a woman, but in all the time Madisyn had known Andrew, he had never shown any interest in other women. She had always assumed he didn’t have any female friends.

Norton continued, a grin on his face, “Aren’t you excited, Andrew? Jada has been abroad for years, and now she’s finally returning. We’ll have a gathering, and you have to come!”

Andrew’s response was cold and distant. “We’ll see.”

Norton’s irritation was palpable. “Andrew, why are you acting so detached?”

Andrew’s response was a sharp, icy stare—enough to silence any further questioning.

Just as Norton gathered himself to say more, his gaze landed on Madisyn on the sofa. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Who’s she? Your girlfriend?”

There was no way the rumors about Andrew’s girlfriend were true. The idea seemed absurd! Andrew, who had always kept women at arm’s length, now had a girlfriend?

“Yes,” Andrew replied, his voice flat but unyielding.

Norton gasped in astonishment. His mind raced—this didn’t make sense! Someone else, someone not meant for Andrew, was now here. Barely regaining his composure, Norton mumbled, “I have to go!”

As he stepped out of the office and into the hallway, his cellphone buzzed.

“Norton, it’s been too long,” came a sultry, confident voice from the other end of the line.

Norton’s demeanor shifted instantly, his usual defiance crumbling. “Jada, have you decided when you will come back?”

“I’m almost done with my last fragrance. I’ll be back by the end of the month.” Jada’s voice was steady, yet there was an underlying expectation. “Will you come to see me when I return?” she asked calmly.

Norton sighed, knowing what he couldn’t say. “I’m afraid he won’t be able to.” He kept the truth about Madisyn to himself. If Jada found out, it would hurt her. In his eyes, Madisyn wasn’t the right fit for Andrew. Jada, with her brilliance and unique talents, seemed destined for him.

She was part of a secretive organization, which Norton himself hadn’t been able to enter. Though she was still in her trial period, Jada’s abilities were undeniable. To Norton, a woman needed to be as exceptional as Jada to truly stand beside Andrew.

Back in the office, after Norton’s departure, Madisyn casually scrolled through her phone, seemingly unfazed. Andrew glanced at her, waiting for a reaction that never came. He finally broke the silence. “Don’t you have any questions?”

Madisyn looked up briefly, then returned to her snack. “Nope. Why? Should I?” She smiled, her tone light. “I’m not going to control who you’re friends with.”

Andrew’s expression darkened, his voice low. “Alright.” He knew Madisyn wasn’t the jealous type, but a part of him wished she was. He needed her, and only her, in his life.

After Andrew wrapped up his work, they headed to a restaurant for dinner—something they hadn’t done in a while. Madisyn’s mood lifted; it felt good to be out together.

They chose a table by the window, a perfect spot for people-watching. As they settled in, a car pulled up across the street.

In the car, Tatiana watched Madisyn and Andrew through narrowed eyes. “Corbett, you have to believe me. This pregnancy is Andrew’s downfall. She’s too naive, just a pawn in my hands. Being with her will only drag him down.”

Tatiana looked at Corbett pleadingly and added, “Please give me another chance!”

Corbett’s expression remained cold, his eyes calculating as he weighed her words. “If Courtney’s really carrying Andrew’s child, why are they still sitting there so peacefully? I doubt Madisyn would be this calm if it were true.”

Tatiana leaned closer, her voice a whisper. “Women are all jealous, Corbett. Madisyn knows Andrew is the best she’ll ever have. She won’t let go that easily. A sly smile curled on her lips. And if Glenn and his family catch wind of this, it will cause a rift—something we can use to our advantage.”

Corbett considered this, a glint of interest in his eyes. “You may have a point. Alright, I’ll give you another chance.”

Relief washed over Tatiana, but it was tainted with bitterness. She had always been warned—relationships among the wealthy required constant calculation. Corbett didn’t love her; he would be with her only as long as she was useful. The realization stung, contrasting sharply with the simplicity of her past with Howard, where she could be carefree, protected by his unwavering support.

But Tatiana quickly masked her feelings, flashing a seductive smile. “Don’t you think about me, Corbett?” she purred, slipping her hand toward his crotch.

Corbett smirked, his thoughts dark. What would her adoring fans think if they saw her now—the “pure goddess” exposed as anything but? But he didn’t resist her advances.

An hour later, after a rough encounter in the backseat, Corbett coldly shoved Tatiana out of the car and sped off, leaving her standing alone in the wind.

Tatiana clenched her fists, anger bubbling beneath her polished exterior. How dare he discard her so ruthlessly the moment he was done!

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