How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 10

It was Yvan.

Cornelia’s face lit up. She hurried over, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The Ferrari roared away.

Winifred stood there for a moment, frozen, before turning to leave.

…

In the Ferrari, Cornelia asked coyly, “Yvan, where are we going for dinner? How about French? I heard a new French restaurant just opened in the Galaxy Plaza. The décor is supposed to be amazing.”

Yvan stared straight ahead, his expression blank. “Whatever.”

“Then let’s go there,” Cornelia said happily.

Yvan didn’t respond, his face still a mask.

An awkward silence fell over the car. Cornelia tried to break the tension with a smile. “So, Yvan, what do you like to do for fun?”

Yvan didn’t answer. Cornelia forged on, “I like to hang out at bookstores and read. Sometimes I play sports. I love golf. Do you like golf, Yvan?”

She had done her research. She knew Yvan was an avid golfer. The part about reading was just to make a good impression.

Yvan suddenly turned the steering wheel and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

“Ms. Johnson, I need to make a few things clear,” he said, glancing at her. “I have no intention of dating or getting married right now. I only agreed to this meeting because of our parents. Now that we’ve met and fulfilled our obligation to them, you can get out.”

Cornelia’s face fell. She bit her lip. “Yvan, we could just be friends…”

“I don’t need more friends.”

“Yvan, are you saying I’m not good enough to be your friend?” Cornelia asked, her voice trembling.

Yvan’s expression hardened. “If that’s how you want to interpret it. Get out.”

Defeated, Cornelia reluctantly got out of the car.

The Ferrari sped away, and Cornelia watched his merciless retreat, stomping her foot in frustration.

…

A week went by. One day, the department head sent a message to the group chat announcing a team dinner that night to treat everyone.

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