NovelEnglishRealizing she was at the office, Tyshawn's anger melted away instantly.
"You're there already? Why didn't you tell me?" "I knew you'd be coming today, so I went straight to the office.
The meeting's about to start.
Where are you?" Without addressing the confusion about the hotel, Tyshawn quickly grabbed Makenna and rushed out of the hotel.
"I'll be there soon.
Wait for me!" In the car, Makenna felt uneasy.
"Son, something doesn't feel right.
Didn't the receptionist say Malvina never stayed at the hotel? Have you never asked her about it?" 's BunnyBookery Driving, Tyshawn dismissed the concerns.
"As long as she givesthe money, I don't care where she stays.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt" Meanwhile, at around 8:50, Bryson sat in the conference room, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his expression stoic and inscrutable.
Yosef stood behind him, silent and stoic.
The initially calm board members were now beginning to murmur among themselves.
"What's going on with Mr.
Tyshawn Mitchell? Why isn't he here yet?" "When is he ever on tfor meetings? Let's give him a bit more time.
" "Do you think he's avoiding us because he can't cup with the 10 billion?" Bryson overheard the whispers but remained seated at the head of the table, his expression unreadable, as if oblivious to the murmurs.
Just after 9:00, Tyshawn burst into the conference room, gasping for breath.
As he entered, all heads turned toward him.
Adjusting his tie, Tyshawn caught Bryson's eye.
"Bryson, you're here too.
Well, I.
"His voice faltered as he looked around the room, his expression turning rigid when he realized Malvina was absent.
Standing in the doorway, he qu ickly dialed her number.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off.
Please try again later.
His hands shook and his heartbeat quickened.
Switched off? "Aren't you going to cin?" Bryson called out, his relaxed tone edged with a smirk that sent a shiver through Tyshawn.
Clutching his phone, Tyshawn hesitantly stepped into the room.
Impatience was evident in the voice of one of the directors who couldn't hold back any longer.
"Mr.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTyshawn Mitchell, it's already Monday.
Have you secured the funding you promised?" "Well..." Tyshawn's mouth felt dry.
Nervously licking his lips, he grabbed his phone once more.
"She's not here yet.
Lettry calling her again.
" Despite his repeated calls, he was met with the smessage every time.
The phone was switched off.
His complexion grew paler by the moment.
A growing sense of unease prompted another director to ask, "Mr.
Tyshawn Mitchell... Does this mean you haven't secured the 10 billion you assured us of?"
Tyshawn was irritated by his words and shouted, his veins bulging m "That's not what I meant! But I can't get through. What can I do?"
Trembling, he dialed the number repeatedly, only to be greeted each the by ly to be tby the smechanical voice.
Just as he was about to smash his phone in frustration, Bryson asked calmly, can't you find your fiancee?"
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