Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover
Chapter 672

The box found its way into Chloe's hands.

The secretary cast a quick glance at his boss, trying to gauge his mood, and then broke the silence. "Chloe, the CEO's got your favorite vanilla panna cotta ready for you. Want some?"

Chloe's stomach growled in response. She hadn't had a bite to eat during her break tonight. Over in the cold dish and dessert areas, the staff were busy tidying up.

She turned to Connor, a question in her eyes. Connor's expression was soft and reassuring. "Go on, grab a bite. I've got a few words to exchange with a friend."

Though Chloe sensed something a bit off in the air between the two men, she shrugged it off, leaving the stage to head to the dessert section.

Before long, the grand exhibition hall was left with just Connor and Grant standing amidst the silence. Connor broke it first, getting straight to the point. "Hey, did you hear? Chloe and I are hitched."

Their marriage was still under wraps. Not even the Sartori family was in the loop, except for a tight circle of his closest pals. But Eve had stirred things up on the day they signed their papers, making it the talk of the town among the Eldridge Elites.

Connor wanted to see if Grant was in the know. Grant's eyes narrowed, and his gaze was as sharp as ever. "Diana saw your marriage certificate, then got into a car accident and had to have surgery. Everyone knows that, Connor. What's your question? Wondering if she came straight to me with the news of your wedding?"

Connor felt his own gaze harden a

bit. Grant's bluntness was unexpected: In their social circle, dealing with the unknown often involved a lot of subtle maneuvering. But Grant was clearly not one for beating around the bush.

With Grant's directness established, Connor matched it. "Yeah, I want to know what she said about me to you."

Grant gave a nonchalant smile. "You seem a bit insecure. I taught her a lot when she was younger, but I guess I skipped the lesson on choosing men wisely, which explains her interest in a pretty boy like you." Connor chuckled. "I actually bought it when she said her friend wasn't into women."

Grant lifted his chin slightly, his eyes momentarily betraying a hint of wistfulness as he looked up at the ceiling. "She and Lucas grew up together. I always just wanted her to be happy."

Their conversation danced around

the edges, yet both understood the

underlying messages. Connor pressed on, "You didn't see Lucas letting her down, and you sure didn't count on me swooping in. You've got feelings for her, but you're a step behind."

Connor decided to lay it all out there. Grant's expression didn't waver but took on an even chillier edge. "True, but as long as she's happy, she doesn't need to know." Grant suddenly closed the distance, standing right next to Connor. His voice was as sharp as a blade. "Connor, if you ever let her down like Lucas did, I swear I'll end you."

For a heartbeat, there was genuine

menace in his eyes, like a shadow of an old vendetta. But Connor just smiled, his demeanor softening. His voice was steady and certain, carrying a weight of promise"

"Relax,

you won't ever get that chance."