No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 683

"Seems like you've hit the jackpot, but he hasn't had his turn yet. Bet he's feeling like he's got a bunch of little mice gnawing at him from the inside," Fanny remarked insightfully.

As Sinclair settled into his seat, the light show kicked off, an extraordinary fifty-minute display with no repeated lighting sequences. The highlight was the human light show featuring male models, showcasing the company’s innovation and research capabilities.

The grand finale revealed our company logo in a stunning fashion, earning a thunderous round of applause from the audience.

“Truly creative and fresh, especially that human light show at the end,” Sinclair, as the client, offered high praise.

“That was the brainchild of our Marketing Director, Hudson,” Grant said, generously sharing the credit.

All eyes turned to me, their applause a form of recognition. That’s when Allen chimed in, “Director Hudson’s planning was one thing, but our male models deserve some credit too.”

“Absolutely, very grateful for Mr. Clark’s support,” I expressed my gratitude.

“To serve Ms. Hudson is my honor,” he said, turning to Dustin and Conrad, “Wouldn’t you agree, the Wagner brothers?”

Allen loved stirring the pot, clearly enjoying the tension he was creating, especially for Dustin and Conrad.

I wondered if Dustin regretted partnering with someone who showed no loyalty in critical moments.

I didn’t want to dwell on their dynamics. I was more interested in finding out if Phipps was indeed Ernest. But Phipps was Allen’s man, making it difficult to bypass him. “Mr. Clark, could I possibly keep Phipps on?” I asked.

Allen grinned, “Has Ms. Hudson taken a fancy to him?”

“Yes!” I admitted openly, though my blunt response seemed to sour the mood for Conrad and Dustin.

Allen glanced at them but declined, “Ah, that’s not possible. Our club’s male models are very professional, following strict rules. They provide services, yes, but only the appropriate kind.”

Was I implying anything else? Clearly, Allen was twisting my words, poking at Conrad and Dustin.

I didn’t feel the need to defend myself or worry about misunderstandings. “I’m serious about Phipps, Mr. Clark. Name your price.”

Allen laughed, “Ms. Hudson, you’re really bold. But do you think I’m in need of money? Or that I’d abandon my principles for cash?” He winked at me, his demeanor playful yet teasing.

“Better to hear it from the horse’s mouth,” Fanny nudged me to follow.

Allen and the brothers got there before me. Allen called out, and Phipps obediently approached, the Wagners catching sight of his face, their expressions freezing.

“Phipps, let me introduce you. These gentlemen are the Wagner brothers of the Wagner Group, actual brothers,” Allen announced with flair.

Phipps nodded respectfully, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wagners.”

“What did you say your name was again?” Conrad asked, his gaze fixed on Phipps.

“Phipps.”

Allen’s smirk widened, “Mr. Wagner, does he remind you of someone familiar?”

“Does he?” Dustin asked coldly.