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

Chapter 1013:

Huey’s face burned with humiliation. “I don’t want to live anymore! If you have the guts, don’t interfere. Don’t try to change my mind! Daniela is merciless—she crushes her rivals without hesitation. I lost the business war, but with my death, the world will see her true, ugly face!”

Cedric narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable but laced with contempt. “You lost, and that makes you the victim? That’s what you’re telling me?” His usual commanding tone carried a weight that loomed over Huey, making it feel as if he were a mere speck beneath Cedric’s towering presence.

Huey sensed control slipping through his fingers, the conversation unraveling faster than he could salvage it.

Cedric fell silent, arms crossed, his sharp gaze drilling into Huey like a judge awaiting a confession.

Huey’s gaze dropped to the dizzying height below, his stomach twisting as terror coiled inside him. A fall from this hundred-story tower meant certain death.

Panic flickered in Huey’s eyes. Where was the safety net Hackett had assured him of? His gaze darted to Hackett, seeking an answer. Where was the rescue team? Where was the damn net?

Cedric caught the hesitation in Huey’s stance, the flicker of doubt in his eyes. “Huey, are you coming down or not?”

Huey clenched his teeth, jaw tightening as if that alone could hold his resolve together.

Cedric’s voice was ice-cold. “Step down now, and you might still save face. But wait until the crowd disperses and slink down in shame? That would be truly humiliating.”

Huey’s face lost all color, a sickly pallor settling over him. Instinctively, his feet inched back, away from the ledge.

“Huey!” Hackett’s voice suddenly sliced through the air, sharp and urgent.

ℝ𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸h𝒶ρtєrs 𝑜𝓃 g𝓐l𝑛ovєls.𝓬0𝓶

Startled, Huey whipped around, his balance teetering on the edge. A collective gasp swept through the crowd, the tension thick enough to choke.

Cedric’s brows knitted together. Without hesitation, he shot his hand out. Huey was a scoundrel, no doubt, but Cedric wasn’t about to let him die on Elite Lux’s turf.

“Cedric!” Huey dangled helplessly, his feet searching for something solid. His eyes brimmed with tears, panic raw in his voice. “Don’t let go! I don’t want to die!”

Cedric bent forward, his grip tightening around Huey’s hand like a vice. Hackett hurried to Cedric’s side, his gaze cool and impassive as he observed the scene.

Huey lifted his head, locking eyes with Hackett’s detached, unreadable stare. “Come on!” Hackett dropped into a crouch, stretching out his arm. “Huey, take my hand! Hold on tight!”

Huey’s instincts took over; his hand shot forward. He was sure he had grasped Hackett’s hand. But then, Hackett shook off his hand, as if he wanted him dead.

A jolt of shock ran through Huey, leaving him frozen, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. His moment of hesitation cost him—his fingers slid dangerously from Cedric’s grasp.

Cedric’s frown deepened. Without wasting a second, he lunged forward with both hands. “Hold on!”

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