Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling! - Chapter 398

Chapter 398:

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It was a journey he was determined to take with care and purpose.

Daniela deserved far more than a rushed decision made out of convenience or external pressure.

She was exceptional. She deserved nothing but the best, and Cedric was committed to making sure she got exactly that.

“5% of the robotics company’s shares?” Joyce’s face lit up in excitement as she looked at the contract. Unable to hold back, she wrapped her arms around Caiden, kissed his cheek, and laughed.

“I can’t believe Daniela was so generous this time. Dad, what did you do to change her mind?”

Caiden remained silent. He couldn’t bring himself to admit what had truly happened.

The deal was sealed, and Katrina couldn’t hide her joy. She patted Joyce’s hand, saying, “Sweetheart, your father put in so much effort. He begged Daniela for ages. They’ve had a complete fallout over this. From now on, your father has no one but you.”

Her words held a subtle double meaning, directed at both Caiden and Joyce.

But Joyce missed the implication. She simply nodded, flashing a bright, carefree smile. Gripping the share contract tightly, she skipped off to find Alexander.

Alexander’s eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the contract. For a moment, he even questioned if it was real.

“Daniela gave you 5% of the shares? Just like that?”

While 5% might not sound like a lot, given the market value of the robotics company, it was worth well over a hundred million dollars. And Daniela had just given it to Joyce?

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“What’s so odd about it?” Joyce responded, her tone casual but with a touch of arrogance.

“No matter what problems Daniela has with the Harper family, she’s still Dad’s daughter. I’m getting married; is it really so wrong for her to give me a little something?”

Alexander frowned. This wasn’t just a little gift. Deep down, he couldn’t believe Daniela would part with something so valuable without a deeper reason.

If Daniela still had any vulnerability regarding the Harper family, there was only one possibility—Brylee.

The very thought unsettled him. The idea that they might be exploiting a deceased woman’s memory, squeezing out the last of her legacy’s worth, was revolting.

Richard, however, was unfazed.

“Didn’t Joyce say it herself? They’re family. Stop overthinking this.”

As the wedding day arrived, Alexander’s doubts lingered in his mind.

The five percent shares filled Joyce with a newfound sense of assurance. At the wedding, she radiated pride. Her smile was wide and beaming as she referred to Daniela as her “sister” whenever she could, her voice soft and warm, as though their bond had always been flawless.

But as the ceremony unfolded, Daniela’s absence became more and more noticeable. Joyce’s enthusiasm slowly faded into worry. She pulled Caiden aside, her voice laced with concern.

“Dad, did you invite Daniela to my wedding?”

Caiden couldn’t bring himself to confess that he had knelt and begged Daniela for the shares, or that Lillian had discarded the wedding invitation. Instead, he mustered a faint smile and answered, “She’s probably tied up with something. Maybe she’ll show up later.” Despite everything, Caiden held on to a sliver of hope. He told himself Daniela couldn’t possibly be that harsh—she wouldn’t sever their bond entirely.

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