My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 17

Half an hour later, Hannah stood before the Keystone Group building.

When she had been expected to join the Rosenberg Group, no one had batted an eye; her skills were more than a match for it. But when she ended up at a small firm instead, headhunters had constantly tried to poach her. They had only given up after she had been there for a while, realizing she wasn't going to leave.

The news of her dramatic resignation had spread quickly, and the headhunters had come calling again, asking about her plans, her desired salary, and her preferred firms.

Even though Hannah had politely declined all offers, they persisted, some even telling her to name her price.

Among them was an offer from Yves Lancaster.

Yves was the sole heir to the Lancaster Group. At just twenty-four, he had taken over the subsidiary, Keystone Group, and boosted its annual revenue from an average of forty billion to nearly sixty billion, with projections to break seventy billion this year.

The receptionist, already informed of her arrival, greeted Hannah warmly and escorted her to a private elevator.

Just as she reached the office, Yves was finishing a meeting.

He still had that roguish air about him, a perfectly tailored suit failing to conceal his rebellious spirit. His handsome face was framed by a pair of sharp, light brown eyes that immediately settled on her.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming,” he said, sprawling on the sofa with his arms draped over the back. “After three years at that small firm, did you finally realize you’re a diamond that belongs in a bigger setting?”

Hannah sat across from him, unable to read the young tycoon’s intentions. “Perhaps.”

Yves raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he noted the fatigue in her eyes. “Well, since you’re here, I assume you’ve accepted my offer. You can name your terms, but I have one condition.”

Hannah looked up slowly. “Which is?”

“You can’t resign without my permission.” He leaned forward, his half-lidded eyes like those of a predator sizing up its prey. “Hannah, I don’t know what’s going on in your life, but my company isn’t your temporary hideout.”

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