?Chapter 566:


    “Please, talk to him. Convince him not to let distractions derail his focus. I’ve already reached out to the airlinepany and asked them to hold off, hoping there’s still a chance. Cedric listens to you. Help us bring him back.”


    His face held an expression of sincere sorrow, as if the weight of the loss crushed him.


    Cedric’s connection with Dani’s secretary went back years; they had been ssmates.


    The shift in their tone made the conversation feel more genuine and rxed.


    It was evident that his concern was real.


    Later that evening, Cedric arrived to pick up Dani from work. After a series of unforeseen events, they finally made their way back home.


    As they stepped inside, Dani said, “I heard you’ve been pretty wrapped up in the online worldtely?”


    The moment she spoke, Cedric’s head snapped up.


    “What did you say?”


    “Why are you turning down the offer from Dreamfly Airlines?”


    “Did my secretary tell you about that?”


    Dani nced at Cedric.


    “He didn’t say what you’re so focused on.”


    As she spoke, Dani noticed Cedric’s neck turning red.


    Lɑt?st chαpt?rs ??n g??l??ov????.с??m


    Dani was taken aback.


    It had been ages since Cedric blushed like that, a raritypared to when they first started seeing each other.


    “What kind of naughty things have you been browsing online?” she teased.


    Cedric looked away at her words, making Daniugh. She didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just typical curiosity for a young man. She wasn’t one to demand that Cedric had no secrets, so she simply smiled and let it pass.


    “Is it just an inte obsession that’s keeping you from Dreamfly Airlines?” she asked.


    “I’m not ready,” Cedric replied.


    Dani nced at him andughed again.


    Cedric was a master in business. Did he really need more time to prepare?


    Still, Dani didn’t push him further. She had her own ways to make sure Cedric would eventually ept the partnership.


    The next day, as soon as Cedric stepped into the office, his secretary was already waiting for him.


    “Good morning, Mr. Phillips. Cutler Stout is waiting for you.”


    Cedric looked at the secretary, surprised.


    “Cutler?” He picked up his pace.


    “Yes, he’s been waiting for you for over an hour.”


    Cutler Stout wasn’t just anyone. He had been Cedric’s middle school teacher, the one who pulled him out of his rebellious phase.


    Even through high school, Cutler remained a steady influence, guiding Cedric like a father. People often said Cutler had always treated Cedric as his own flesh and blood.


    When Cedric reached the top of the stairs, he found Cutler waiting at the door with a smile.


    .


    .


    .