She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 8

As if to say: *Are you not going to explain yourself?*

Shera stood frozen in place, the man beside her still holding her hand.

The oxygen was practically sucked out of the hallway. Aiken felt like he couldn't breathe and quietly backed into the private room.

Rhys's gaze flicked back and forth between the two of them before he let out a short laugh. "What a coincidence, Mr. Hayes."

Caden didn't look at him. He kept his eyes locked on Shera with a mocking smile, though his voice was cold enough to freeze water.

"Come here."

The words were squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Rhys let go of her hand. Shera had barely started to exhale when her heart leaped right back into her throat.

Rhys strolled casually toward Caden, his tone incredibly relaxed. "It's been a while, Mr. Hayes."

Caden finally tore his gaze away from Shera and directed it at the man standing opposite him, who matched him inch for inch.

He recognized him.

Rhys Jewell from Ryland Group. The titan who had burst onto the overseas market three years ago, with a mysterious background and utterly ruthless tactics.

Caden had seen him at an Asia-Pacific business summit. Back then, Rhys had possessed this exact same breezy confidence, tossing out an unprompted "We'll meet again" as they brushed shoulders.

Back then, he was merely a regional director for Ryland. No one expected him to skyrocket to the CEO position in just three years. It was obvious this man possessed an incredibly terrifying level of cunning and ambition.

What he didn't expect was that this man would be holding his wife's hand right in front of his face.

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