Chapter 9
The reporters were surrounded by security guards who arrived and shut down the live stream.
The truth reversed again, and this time no amount of hype from Ivy could help.
Public opinion was always like this–when something wasn’t right, it would flip directions.
The day my promoted products officially launched, no one expected Disney’s CEO to show up and support me despite our past issues.
“Harley, I’ve thought it over–Miss Bunny suits you better. As for Mr. Fox, this handsome guy next to you would be perfect!”
Dash’s eyes held hidden depths as he looked at me and said, “I think she’s better suited to be Queen Elsa–doesn’t have to be part of a couple.”
I blinked and smiled at Disney’s CEO.
So at 28, I finally had my own Disney castle.
But this time, I didn’t have to be anyone’s queen or princess–I could be my own queen.
Jaxon unusually didn’t show up for several days.
But after a few days, news came out that he’d been stabbed and hospitalized.
His chief assistant found me and explained that he’d been getting drunk every day and standing guard downstairs at the J.H. apartment building.
That day he saw a criminal holding hostage a girl whose figure resembled mine, and Jaxon didn’t hesitate to rush forward.
Although he shattered the guy’s kneecap, he also took a solid stab wound.
After explaining, the assistant read my expression again, carefully asking if I could visit Mr. Cullen.
I shook my head and refused.
After thinking for a moment, I called my secretary: “Find a real estate agent and sell my J.H. apartment as soon as possible.”
Jazon’s hamstring was severed, and he had emergency surgery that night.
When he woke up the next day, only his chief assistant was with him.
Screw You, Ex! My New Life’s Hotter Than Your Money!
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He glanced at his thigh wrapped in layers of gauze.
The doctor told him he wouldn’t be able to walk fast in the future and would have a slight limp.
He kept looking toward the hospital room door, but I never appeared.
Until a few days later, when his assistant reported to him: “Mr. Cullen, the J.H. apartment has been sold.”
The trace of hope that had lingered in Jaxon’s eyes instantly vanished.
His gaze became vacant, his voice barely audible: “Sold?”
“Yes.”
Suddenly, he struggled to get up, “Quick, take me to see Harley–I need to see her now!”
But the doctor firmly pushed him down, “You just had surgery and need to cooperate with treatment, or you’ll be in
a wheelchair for life!”
Falling back onto the bed, Jaxon wouldn’t give up and had his assistant find a wheelchair to come find me.
At that moment, I was giving a speech at Harley & Dash Group’s celebration party.
Many subordinates gathered around Dash and me, their eyes twinkling with suggestive teasing.
When Jaxon was wheeled in wearing a hospital gown, unshaven and haggard, everyone couldn’t help but gasp–unable to connect him with the young elite from news reports.
But Jaxon didn’t care about face, reaching out to grab my wrist, his eyes full of brokenness:
“Harley, I’m the man who’s been with you for ten years. Don’t abandon me for someone else, please.”
The formerly arrogant Jaxon would never have said such humble words before.
I could only suspect he’d injured not his leg, but his brain.
Dash knocked his hand away, got down on one knee, and held up a huge diamond ring to propose on the spot:
“Harley, I’ve waited ten years for today. This time I don’t want to miss you. The dowry is all of Harley & Dash’s
shares.”
“Marry me–you’ll be my lover and only boss from now on.”
Seeing me extend my hand, Dash slipped the ring on my finger amid everyone’s cheers.
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