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Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 169
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So, Max was Claude's uncle. It seemed like no one could dodge the Goodwin charm, not even the men in their

family.

Max was all over Tracey just yesterday, putting on quite the show. Was that all for my benefit? And there they

are, thick as thieves.

‘Indeed, love's a rare find. Maybe it's just not in the cards for me. Or maybe, growing up without parents, | never

learned what real love looked like." | mocked myself.

The moment they showed up, the place was all reporters. "There he is, the man they call the business world's

Grim Reaper, caught on camera at last!"

"Ever wondered why they call him the Grim Reaper? It's his no-nonsense approach that earned him the

nickname."

"Snap as many shots as you can. It is front-page material."

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"The guy's a mystery, no scandals, no nothing. After today, half the women in Crestview Metropolis will be falling

over themselves for him. Money and looks? Deadly combo." "But dream on, ladies. The Hilton and the Goodwin

families have joined at the hip for ages. They're a match made in heaven. Wealth, looks, you nit. The envy

of us all." Everywhere | went, the buzz was all about Max.

A waiter handeda bottle of water. | twisted it open, took a sip, and found a quiet corner to sit down, my eyes

glued to the stage.

"Mr. Hilton, rumor has it there's an engagement between the Hilton and Goodwin families. Is that why you and

Miss Tracey are here together to announce it?"

Tracey seemed more jittery than

Max, snatching the mic. "Todavet

event is about the project I've been

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partof, applying the tech studied

abroad. That's all."

The reporter had more tricky questions up his sleeve, but a look from Max and his bodyguard was escorting the

nosy journalist out. That shut them up.

But someone brave enough asked, "I heard this project started ten years ago but was shelved because of some

issues. Is that true?"

"With the latest international tech, it's as good as new," Tracey took the lead, Max silent as ever.

Suddenly, a reporter asked Max with an agenda, "I heard a rumor you've got Asperger's and that you struggle

with communication and love. Is that why you're a titan in business but silent in love?"

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The question hung in the air, chilling.

In that silence, Max coldly said, "Today, we announce the engagement's cancellation."

What? Even Tracey, right by his side, blanched. The crowd was stunned, unsure what to make of the

unpredictable Max. What more could they ask?

"The conference will only cover product information addressed by Miss Tracey." With that, he stood up, parting

the sea of reporters.

| was tucked behind them, surprised

as they made way for Max. | held the water Bottle and was about to check out the products when Max headed

my way. "Where to?"

| paused, tilted my head, "To see the products."

"Together," Max said, boldly taking my hand before everyone. He ignored the flashing lights and explained the

products’ origins, processes, and uses.