I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 315

Chap A Dash of Disaster

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Maxwell glanced at the stained part of his shirt and the fixed his gaze on the culprit–it was the same girl who had bumped into him the day before.

Having encountered her twice now, it seemed almost intentional, as if she knew who he was and was seizing opportunities to make herself known to him, like a schemer. But observing her more closely, it was clear she wasn’t the type to connive her way into the lives of the wealthy.

Her first reaction to spilling the milk wasn’t to check of him but to stare at the dirty carpet and mutter to herself, “Oh no, the carpet’s dirty. I hope I don’t have to pay for this.”

Then, she looked up at him with clear, innocent eyes, reminding him of a fresh college graduate stepping into society.

Not him again! Ellis flashed back to the staff calling him Mr. Maxwell.

Great, she thought, his clothes were stained by her milk Would I have to compensate him?

She made more money than the average person, but she hadn’t increased her spending much and didn’t have a lot to spare. Spending even a little extra always pained her–especially considering the cost of a second–generation heir’s clothing.

She offered an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry about your shirt. Are you okay? Can I wipe it off with a napkin? Or maybe I can send you the dry cleaning money via WhatsApp?”

“No need, just go and enjoy your food,” Maxwell responded, recognizing that she wasn’t well–off and didn’t need to compensate him financially.

Besides, he had plenty of clothes; one less wouldn’t matter, especially since the hotel offered free laundry services. Yet her mention of transferring dry cleaning funds via WhatsApp made him wonder if she was trying to add him on WhatsApp.

“Alright, thank you!” she said gratefully.

Relieved that he wasn’t making a big deal out of it, Ellis quickly made her escape, though she still felt a bit. guilty.

Unbeknownst to her, she had caught his attention.

Throughout the meal, Maxwell found himself glancing over at her. She ate with focus, never once looking

his way.

Transferring money via WhatsApp didn’t necessarily mean adding someone as a friend; it could also be done by showing a payment code for the other person to scan.

Whether she was scheming or not didn’t really matter; he wasn’t planning to stay in Kyrador for more than

a week.

After all, having money was one of his shining attributes. I couldn’t let the fear of opportunists force me to live as though I were poor, could I?

Besides, being scheming wasn’t always a negative trait; sometimes, it depended on whether the person wast likable or not.

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If he happened to like the girl and she used her wits to get close to him—even if it included interest in his wealth–it wasn’t a big deal. At least he had something that attracted her, better than being seen as having no desirable qualities at all.

What did love even taste like? He had yet to find out.

Seeing Morty push open the door, Zion’s expression da kened as he picked up a report, waiting for Morty. to sit down before tossing it beside him, signaling him to read it.

“What’s going on? Our collaborative project with Tate Group is a mess,” Zion said, his words heavy with reproach.

Tate Group has proposed ending our partnership,” Zion added, this time with disappointment rather than blame.

But the collaboration had been progressing smoothly; unless something catastrophic had occurred, there was no reason for such a quick failure, and he was confident in his abilities.