"That's right." Hendrix nodded satisfactorily. "We already Had bad blood, so why bother with fake pleasantries now?

He continued as he picked up the coffee cup in front of him "You must really wish for my death right now, don't you?"noveldrama

Hendrix's voice was calm, with a faint smile on his lips, but the words he spoke were enough to leave Noelle speechless. She paused for

moment, but she quickly responded with a smile, "Yes, so you know." "Mm, but unfortunately, I'm still sitting here just fine," Hendrix said, showing no concern. He met her gaze with a cold stare. "And based on the current situation, I doubt I'm the one who's going to be ending things first."

Noelle couldn't reply.

Although Hendrix had treated her with this kind of attitude before, she still remembered clearly the taste of the drinks he forced upon her that night in Vinton City. At this moment, all she could see in his eyes was an endless

coldness.

Noelle's voice grew hoarser. "If that's the case, Mr. Freeman, what are you doing here? To emphasize your position as the victor?"

"You still have a chance to back out," Hendrix said.

Noelle immediately understood the real reason he was there.

"What do you mean?"

"First, you and Dylan's wedding has to be canceled."

"Oh, and what else?" Noelle wasn't surprised by this demand. Her tone remained flat.

"Then, come back to my side."

Hendrix looked at her with certainty in his eyes. "I'll help you handle Elm Group's issues, but you should realize by now that you're not cut out for this cutthroat business world. Didn't you used to love painting? You can go back to doing what you enjoy and leave the rest to me."

Noelle chuckled. "You mean you want me to become a bird your cage?"

"I'm not saying that. Even if it's just painting, you can still make friends. You don't need to deal with those people or appease them anymore. You never liked that kind of thing, did you?"

"Who says I don't like it?"

"Because you're not happy."

"No," Noelle retorted, her teeth clenched tighter, and her eyes burned intensely. "Do you think that by putting conditions on me, I'll be happy now?"

Before coming here, Hendrix had already prepared himself mentally. He even thought that if Noelle decided to stab him with something, he wouldn't be surprised.

Facing her accusation, he answered quickly, "I didn't want to do this, but Noelle, I had no choice."

"No choice?" Noelle scoffed. "Isn't all of this part of your plan?"

"Yes, but I thought of other ways to win you back before. You didn't agree, did you? So, where we are now is also. your choice, isn't it?"

Hendrix's words seemed to have a hint of confusion, as if he didn't understand why Noelle was angry at him.

"What if I don't agree?" Noelle asked.

"Then, Elm Group can only..."

"Go bankrupt, then! So what? Do you think I care?" Noelle cut him off.

But Hendrix looked at her and smiled. "I know you don't care about this. So does this mean... you care about Dylan?

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