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The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 224
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Chapter 224

Soren had been resting throughout the entire journey. He finally opened his eyes and sat up when the car came

to

a stop.

Amanda glanced at him and said, “Thank you, Mr. Kenway’ll buy you a meal if we ever meet again.”

In my mind, | doubted that opportunity would ever arise. After all, Amanda was working overseas and would

rarely return to Metropolis.

To my surprise, Soren smiled politely and replied, “I'm sure we will.”

Amanda seemed to understand what Seren meant by that and raised her eyebrows atbefore getting out.

“See you next time.”

“Bye bye.” | waved and, almost instinctively, moved into her seat after she left.

Soren simply stared at me, his smile causing my face to flush.

“Why are you smiling?” | asked.

Why

Soren was a tall man with long limbs-his arm stretched easily to my seat when he extended it.

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“Why are you hiding from me?” he asked.

| looked at his arm, feeling my cheeks heat up.

What was he trying to do? Was he trying to pullinto his arms?

Hello! The driver was right in front of us-surely, he wouldn't do something so out of character?

Well... it turned out | was wrong

Soren continued staring at me, but after a brief pause, he sighed in exhaustion. “I'm a little dizzy... | don’t feel so

good.”

| was taken aback, causingto ask, “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

He had just returned hfrom overseas the previous night, which madethink he must have been

exhausted from lack of sleep.

On top of that, he had spent the entire day accompanying the deans with their activities. | doubted he had time

to rest in the afternoon.

And worse still, he had been drinking that night...

Flashes of memories cto mind, recalling how Lisbeth and Soleil had both mentioned how much of a

workaholic Soren could becwhen he threw himself into his work.

| couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken for him, even frustrated at the thought that Soren might've thought

he Was s young enough to endure all of that.

“You've exhausted yourself with work day and night... You shouldn't overwork yourself as if you really think

you're a machine,” 1 chided.

As soon as | finished speaking, | noticed that Soren had leaned a little closer towith a faint grin.

“Guilty as charged.”

After my lengthy rant, his comment caughtoff guard. Suddenly, | didn’t know what to say.

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The car fell into silence once again.

When | saw him leaning against the door with his eyes closed, my voice softened as | asked, “How are you

feeling? We could go to the hospital if you're not feeling well. There’s no need to be tough about it.”

“I'm alright. Just a little exhausted. The alcohol from earlier is makingdizzy, but I'll be fine after a short nap,

“he said dismissively.

His eyes were shut, and he seemed to be mumbling.

Noticing his posture looked slightly off, | couldn’t help but gently push down his arm, which rested against the

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backrest.

Suddenly, he seized the opportunity to wrap his arm around my shoulders and pullcloser.

Stunned, my eyes widened as | stared at him, my heart racing with anxiety.

| quickly glanced at the driver, who remained focused on the road, indifferent to his employer's actions-and too

cautions to take notice.

“Soren, what are you doing?” | asked, my voice tinged with unease and rejection.

Yet his arm rersained around my shoulders.

“I'm tired. Letlie down for a while..” he mumbled.

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Though his voice was low and muffled, it carried a tone of deliberate endearment, like a lover playfully coaxing.

My resistance faded, and | allowed him to draw closer.

His Rolls Royce glided through the night, sleek and mysterious as a panther.

Soren rested against me, his breathing steady and slow, like Sleeping Beauty in repose.

| glanced at him cautiously, stealing a glimpse from the corner of my eye.

| studied his face, absorbing every detail, committing his fine features to memory.