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Chapter 90
Chapter 90
Elijah seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight.
His already chiseled features now looked even more defined.
Why would he be here?
Could it be that the mysterious guest was him?
After completing her task, Nexa left the backstage.
It was only after watching Nexa leave that she realized the mysterious guest was indeed Elijah.
Wasn't he supposed to be sick in bed?
Had he already recovered?
She stood there quietly, not saying anything, nor approaching him.
"Mr. Bourne, is this the lady you're looking for?" The event organizer asked Elijah.
Elijah nodded, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," the organizer replied respectfully.
Elijah walked up to Violette, his pale eyes looking down at her, "Let's talk."
"What's there to talk about?" She asked coldly, not looking up.
Elijah was patient, grabbing her arm and leading her away from the backstage.
With so many people backstage, there could be gossip about them.
After leaving the backstage, Elijah led her through the lobby and into a VIP lounge.
They both entered the room and closed the door.
Elijah's voice was deep and powerful, "Violette, stay away from Derek. No matter what his intentions Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
are , being close to him is no good for you."
Violette looked him in the eye and bluntly said, "Do you want me to stop working with him so I can sell
my company to you?"
Elijah was angered by her words.
Before he could refute, she continued, "Don't you think your offer is too low? No wonder you're too
embarrassed to handle it personally. If I were you, I wouldn't admit to offering only 200 million dollars."
Listening to her mockery, a flush of anger appeared on his pale face.
She knew how to push his buttons.
"You make an offer," he said, his breathing getting heavier and his voice getting hoarser.
"Ha, did you come all this way just to talk about collaboration?" Violette sarcastically said, "We can talk
about collaboration, but I'm busy now. How about tomorrow?"
As she tried to leave, Elijah grabbed her arm again.
"Violette, I'll say it one last time," he said, coughing slightly, his voice even hoarser, "You're no match
for Derek... If you think 200 million is too low, name your price."
Violette faced the cold door, her facade completely exposed.
His illness obviously hadn't fully recovered. He came here to find her, clearly not because of something
important.
Why did he have to come?
Couldn't he wait until he was getting better?
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and threw out a number, "500 million dollars. I want to invest,
not be acquired!"
She didn't really want 500 million dollars; she just wanted to see his reaction.
He was the one who forced her to make an offer.
"Deal," Elijah agreed without hesitation, "Now go reject Derek..."
"Have you lost your mind?" Violette suddenly turned and interrupted him, her chest heaving rapidly,
"You're still sick, I don't want to discuss this with you, go back and rest!"
"I've recovered a lot," his voice was even lower than before, but his eyes seemed redder.
Violette felt something was off and touched his forehead.
It was a bit warm.
She withdrew her hand, speaking firmly, "Are you going back on your own, or should I call your
bodyguard to take you?"
"You have to reject Derek," he seemed not to have heard her, stubbornly repeating his thoughts.
"I won't reject him! Stop forcing me to do things!" Violette's tears were about to fall, she gritted her teeth
and said, "Elijah, I won't let you control me anymore!"
She saw the disappointment in his haggard face
. Still, she looked away, opened the door, and quickly left the room.
As she stepped out, cold wind hit her face.