My Unwanted Savage Bride 70

Chapter 70 

Stephen, looking sharp in a suit and a chunky gold chain, was holding a black briefcase, the epitome of a nouveau riche, 

He spotted Joseph and approached with a polite grin. “Mr. Joseph Chapin,” 

Lenore glanced up, her eyes narrowing slightly. 

Joseph, embodying the dignity of the Heartland Chamber of Commerce chairman’s son, nodded back. “Mr. Yarwood, my father and the others are still in a meeting. You’ll have to wait a bit.” 

Stephen shook his head, smiling. “Let them be. My problem isn’t urgent.” Though he looked cool on the outside, he was a mess of nerves inside. 

The Heartland Chamber of Commerce was set to admit an additional director this year. Even a 0.5% stake would significantly elevate one’s status in the business world. He had prepared for so long; he couldn’t let someone else take the lead. 

“Have a seat and enjoy some coffee.” Joseph dismissed Stephen with a few words before turning to Lenore. “I’ll show you to the conference room,” he said with a respectful demeanor. 

Could it be anyone other than Mr. Jason Chapin who had Joseph, the Heartland Chamber of Commerce chairman’s son, acting so polite and deferential‘ Stephen wondered, his eyes sweeping over Lenore, 

But Lenore was covered so tightly that her eyes were shrouded in darkness, revealing nothing of her true appearance. 

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere was tense when a knock on the door interrupted. Jason shouted, “Come in.” 

Then Joseph entered, glanced around the long table, paused for a couple of seconds on the masked figure, and whispered something into Jason’s 

car. 

Jason glanced toward the door. “Show her in.” 

Everyone in the conference room looked toward the entrance. The newcomer was enveloped in black, only identifiable as a woman. She had a strong presence and a sense of familiarity washed over Silas. 

As his gaze swept over the black backpack on her shoulder, his eyes froze. That bag was identical to the one Lenore carried everywhere. ‘So, is this Heartland Chamber of Commerce’s legendary heir Lenore?‘ 

But he couldn’t conclude based on a bag alone. Silas leaned back, his gaze shifting to Lenore’s left wrist, which was covered by her sleeve, hiding any bracelet. He squinted, took out his phone, and sent a message. 

Immediately, a phone notification sounded from Lenore’s pocket, echoing loudly in the silent conference room. Silas was shocked. 

From the moment Lenore entered, a pair of eyes behind the slightly eerie black mask had been fixed on her, growing hotter by the second. She swept her cold gaze over them and frowned. 

The chill that emanated from her made Jason feel an unexplained sense of unease. He knew there were no rules in this world that could bind this big shot. 

He cleared his throat to break the silence, stood up from the main seat, and invited Lenore to sit, introducing her to everyone at the table. “This is the heir to the Heartland Chamber of Commerce I’ve told you about!” 

Lenore sat down in the main seat without any hesitation, and as she crossed her legs, she caught a faint scent in the air, which made her eyes 

narrow 

It was sandalwood, very faint but distinct. She was certain it was coming from the person sitting in the first seat on her left. She couldn’t help but think of Silas. 

Lenore looked over casually; the person’s right hand was casually placed on the table, the little finger without a ring. She thought it might not be Silas after all. 

She pulled her gaze away and nonchalantly pulled out her phone to check her messages, oozing an air of supreme arrogance. There was a wild, untamed vibe about her. 

Silas didn’t miss her glance. Although he hadn’t done anything, let alone anything wrong, he toyed with the ring he had just taken off with his left hand under the table, feeling strangely guilty. 

Soon, the first director, Ben Driscoll, stood up and objected with a frown. “I just said I disagreed with this heir!” 

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The second, named William Elmore, followed with a cold snort. “So covered up? Another one who can’t show their face?” 

“Mr. Jason Chapin, what kind of joke are you playing?” The third director, Daniel Wiggins, wearing glasses, looked at Lenore in the main seat with contempt. 

He added, “This is the Heartland Chamber of Commerce, a business venue, where business is war. You didn’t even ask for our opinions, and now you want a woman as the heir. What do you think of our board of directors?” 

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