Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 486

“If your mother and grandfather find out, what then? You can’t even set foot outside the city, so what makes you think you’ll ever marry her?”

Sallie bit down on her lip, her carefully crafted facade slipping away until there was nothing left but a pale, unsightly grimace.

The moment those words left her mouth, Sylas’s brow knit together, irritation written plainly across his face.

He had rushed home to the Cunningham estate just days ago and, after barely catching his breath, had thrown himself headlong into company business—sealing several major deals in just a few days’ time. He was determined to prove his worth, hoping his grandfather would see how serious he was.

But when he’d gone to see his grandfather that morning, all he’d earned was a dismissive glance and a curt, “We’ll see what your mother thinks.” Out of options, Sylas had come to the office, hoping to talk to his mother.

He hadn’t expected that Grace, his mother, would avoid him entirely—as if she’d known he’d come and made a point to stay away.

Frustration burned in his chest.

In just these few days, he’d come to understand what people meant when they said, “A day apart feels like a year.”

Sallie’s eyes glinted with a flash of smug satisfaction as she watched Sylas fall silent.

How could someone so entangled in romance ever be fit to inherit the company?

“Professional attire is required in the office,” she remarked, giving him a pointed once-over before offering a delicate, almost polite smile. Yet beneath the surface, her words held an unmistakable edge.

Sylas barely spared her a glance, ignoring her as if she were invisible.

“Sallie, company rules are set in stone. And I’m the one who sets them.”

Did they really think they could stop him so easily?

His cool, clear voice drifted across the room, pleasant yet edged with a chill that seemed to cut through the air.

“Fine.”

Sallie stood where she was, ignored and dismissed.

Even after Sylas left, the curve of her lips never changed, though her eyes grew cold.

He was mocking her.

All her life, Sylas had always overshadowed her. She was ambitious—ruthlessly so—but had nowhere to prove herself.

Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palm as she forced herself to maintain her usual grace and composure.

After a long moment, her phone buzzed.

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