Chapter 635

Chapter 635:

Jada’s words hit home. It seemed like the only solution.

“Let’s head back,” Wesley said, taking a deep breath.

A cunning glimmer sparkled in Jada’s eyes. As long as Wesley remained the CEO of the Lambert Group, her place as the future wife of a CEO would be assured. That was all she needed.

Two hours later, they arrived home.

Waylon and his teammates went to rest, while Andrew prepared to take Zahir to meet Clayton.

Madisyn had been trying to reach Clayton but had no luck. After tracking his whereabouts, she discovered he was at a temple for a spiritual retreat.

She suggested that Andrew take Zahir directly to the temple.

Once they left, Madisyn’s phone rang. It was Wesley.

“Madisyn, I’ve explained everything to you,” Wesley said, frustration seeping into his voice. “If I had known who you really were, I never would’ve treated you like that. But even after all this, you still choose to be indifferent to me.” He paused, his voice trailing off as his emotions overwhelmed him.

His voice firming with determination, Wesley muttered, “Maybe it’s because I’m not strong enough yet. But just wait. I’ll make sure I’m someone you can’t ignore.”

Wesley’s admiration for Rosemarie had long since turned into obsession.

“You’re insane!” Madisyn spat before abruptly hanging up.

Wesley stormed back into his office, his emotions boiling over. After the insult from Madisyn, he gripped his phone tightly, his anger almost palpable.

“Mr. Lambert, while you were away, the executives had a meeting regarding the company’s future,” the project manager said, his tone earnest. “We believe it’s in our best interest to continue collaborating with the other three major families. They have access to the Klein family’s shipping routes, and if we approach them with a cooperative attitude, they might agree to further partnerships.”

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“Absolutely not,” Wesley snapped coldly. “We don’t need to grovel to anyone. We’ll focus on developing other projects without them.”

The project manager stared at Wesley, his frustration barely concealed. It was clear to him that Wesley was being reckless. In such tough economic conditions, launching new projects wasn’t something that could be decided on a whim.

After leaving the office, the project manager called Clayton. This time, the call finally connected.

Desperate and nearly in tears, the project manager hastily updated Clayton on everything that had transpired recently.

At Onryx Temple, Clayton had finally carved out some time for meditation, seeking the serene environment he had longed for. That’s why he hadn’t checked his phone for days.

Just as he completed his spiritual retreat, the project manager’s call came through.

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