Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 672

The box found its way into Chloe's hands.

The secretary cast a quick glance at his boss, trying to gauge his mood, and then broke the silence. “Chloe, the CEO's got your favorite vanilla panna cotta ready for you. Want some?”

Chloe's stomach growled in response. She hadn't had a bite to eat during her break tonight. Over in the cold dish and dessert areas, the staff were busy tidying up.

She turned to Connor, a question in her eyes. Connor's expression was soft and reassuring. “Go on, grab a bite. I've got a few words to exchange with a friend.”

Though Chloe sensed something a bit off in the air between the two men, she shrugged it off, leaving the stage to head to the dessert section.

Before long, the grand exhibition hall was left with just Connor and Grant standing amidst the silence. Connor broke it first, getting straight to the point. “Hey, did you hear? Chloe and I are hitched.”

Their marriage was still under wraps. Not even the Sartori family was in the loop, except for a tight circle of his closest pals. But Eve had stirred things up on the day they signed their papers, making it the talk of the town among the Eldridge Elites.

Connor wanted to see if Grant was in the know. Grant's eyes narrowed, and his gaze was as sharp as ever. “Diana saw your marriage certificate, then got into a car accident and had to have surgery. Everyone knows that, Connor. What's your question? Wondering if she came straight to me with the news of your wedding?”

Their conversation danced around the edges, yet both understood the underlying messages. Connor pressed on, “You didn't see Lucas letting her down, and you sure didn't count on me swooping in. You’ve got feelings for her, but you’re a step behind.”

Connor decided to lay it all out there. Grant's expression didn't waver but took on an even chillier edge. “True, but as long as she's happy, she doesn't need to know.”

Grant suddenly closed the distance, standing right next to Connor. His voice was as sharp as a blade. “Connor, if you ever let her down like Lucas did, I swear I'll end you.”

For a heartbeat, there was genuine menace in his eyes, like a shadow of an old vendetta. But Connor just smiled, his demeanor softening. His voice was steady and certain, carrying a weight of promise. “Relax, you won't ever get that chance.”