Chapter 222
Chapter 222:
Downstairs, a woman walked into the reception area, her presence immediately commanding attention. She moved with an effortless grace, her white dress flowing delicately yet clinging in just the right places to hint at understated allure. Heads turned as she moved, her demeanor radiating elegance and purpose.
“Excuse me, I’m here to see Austin,” she said, her voice smooth and melodic.
The receptionist looked up, momentarily stunned. The woman’s beauty was captivating, her features so delicately crafted they seemed almost unreal. Her voice carried a subtle authority, the kind that made people instinctively inclined to assist. Her demeanor carried an easy confidence, but the receptionist couldn’t help but wonder—who was this woman? A client? A personal acquaintance? Or something more significant?
Her striking looks and composed demeanor suggested someone important, someone who didn’t need permission to visit the company’s CEO.
As the receptionist reached for the phone to announce her, the woman stopped her with a raised hand and a small, knowing smile. “No need for that,” she said, her tone laced with mystery. Her eyes flickered to a man walking toward the elevators. “I see Domenic. I’ll go up with him. I’d like to catch Austin by surprise p>
“Domenic, wait up!” the woman called out, her voice lilting with familiarity.
Domenic turned, his expression flickering with recognition. “Miss Mitchell p>
“It’s been a while,” Monica Mitchell replied, her smile as radiant as it was restrained. “I’m here to see Austin. Is he p>
Her gaze was soft yet persistent, and her sparkling eyes were impossible to ignore.
Domenic hesitated, caught between his duty to Austin and the undeniable pull of Monica’s presence.
𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: 𝗀Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Mr. Barton doesn’t like being interrupted while he’s working,” Domenic answered cautiously.
“I won’t disturb him,” Monica interjected, her voice gentle but firm. “I’m in Eighfast on business and couldn’t pass up the chance to see him. Ever since he fell ill, I’ve been worried. It’s been too long p>
Though her words seemed innocent, Monica’s intentions were far more layered. She already knew about Austin’s remarkable recovery, but that wasn’t the only reason she was here. Childhood memories of their shared laughter, long talks, and unspoken feelings tugged at her heart.
She had left for her violin studies abroad, dreaming of a future that didn’t include the complications of Austin’s illness. The guilt of her decision lingered, but so did her longing for the connection they once shared.
Monica had recently heard the news that Austin had recovered. It felt like fate’s hand was at play—she was already planning her return to Eighfast to headline a personal concert. Without hesitation, she booked the earliest flight.
The moment she landed, she made a beeline for the Barton Group, brushing off any need for rest. Coincidentally, her family had saved her a spot at an exclusive social gala in Eighfast, perfectly aligning with her plans.
Monica, the pride of Kheley’s elite, was no stranger to such glittering events. She had mastered the art of poise and grace, effortlessly charming in any high-society setting. Yet, this time, her mind was elsewhere—fixed firmly on Austin.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of anticipation as she entered the building. What would Austin’s reaction be? Would he greet her with warmth, surprise—or something colder? The uncertainty gnawed at her resolve, though she concealed it well behind her practiced composure.