I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 322

Natalie hadn’t hired every single person in the company herself, but more than eighty percent of the staff had gone through her hands first. She liked to think she had a good eye for people. She didn’t want to believe that someone she’d picked could mess things up like this.

“It’s always something,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead. “Just when I thought the last crisis was behind us, here comes another one.”

Anne’s words from earlier suddenly floated back to her. It all started to make sense. The item in question—the one causing all this trouble—had come from their last live-stream auction. That auction had been a disaster, with problem after problem, and every single one seemed to have something to do with The Ramirez Group.

Unrepentant. Alexander’s voice echoed in her ears, reminding her of what he’d said at the hospital.

Could it really be him?

She snatched up her phone, ready to call Alexander and demand answers. Her thumb hovered over the call button, but she hesitated. She had no proof, just a gut feeling. Even if she confronted him, would it change anything? Would he actually stop?

Natalie let out a shaky breath and set her phone back down, a small, bitter smile tugging at her lips.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of The Ramirez Group, Alexander finished reading the latest news. The story had jumped from number ten to number three on the trending charts. He set his tablet on the desk.

“This morning, Billy Firth’s story was barely in the top ten. Now it’s shot up to number three,” Aaron Lee reported, standing across from him. “Ms. Watson’s own profile is getting a lot more attention, too.”

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his eyes half-closed, completely unreadable. He didn’t say anything for a while. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm. “Keep watching it.”

“Yes, Mr. Ramirez.”

Just then, the secretary opened the door. “Mr. Ramirez, Ms. White is here.”

Camila White stepped in, smiling as she walked straight up to the desk. “Alex.”

She set down the insulated food carrier she’d brought. “I figured you’d be working late, so I made you something to eat. Hope you like it.”

She opened the carrier and carefully laid out several beautiful dishes in front of him. The smell was mouthwatering.

“Just go,” Alexander said, his voice cold.

Aaron gave a small bow and quickly left the office.

Camila turned to Alexander, worry written all over her face. “Alex, what’s really going on? Why won’t you let Aaron tell me? I’m your fiancée. Please don’t keep things from me.”

Her eyes shimmered with tears.

Alexander immediately reached for a tissue and gently wiped her eyes. “Don’t get upset. It’s nothing serious. Aaron just likes to make a big deal out of what the doctor says.”

Camila wasn’t convinced. “Then what’s the medicine for?” she pressed, her voice trembling.

Alexander hesitated, then finally answered. “I went for a check-up today. They found some early signs of a heart issue and said my blood pressure is a bit high.”