You Are My Mr Right

The man stood tall, blocking her path. Freya was enveloped by his shadow. The face before her was familiar – Ronan Vega.

She quickly lowered her head.

“Who are you?” Ronan stared at her, trying to see through her. “I’ve been noticing you at the venue, always sneaking glances at Elijah. Who are you to him? Why are you spying on him?”

Freya kept her head down, suppressing her voice. “You’ve mistaken me.”

She tried to walk away after speaking. But Ronan persisted, blocking her way. “Sneaky and secretive, you don’t seem like a good person.” As he spoke, he unexpectedly tore off her mask.

“Ah!” Startled, Freya instinctively covered her face. Under the lights, the scars on her face and neck were clearly exposed. Ronan himself was taken aback. “An ugly duckling!”

Then he burst into laughter.

“Haha…”

He looked towards Elijah not far away. “Elijah, I never expected you to become more charming. Even an ugly duckling falls for you.”

After speaking, Ronan’s gaze fell on Freya once again. Only then did he notice her protruding belly.

“Even with your ugliness, some man slept with you?” Ronan frowned.

Freya knew her scars were unsightly. But when called an ugly duckling, her hand still clenched instinctively. She lowered her head, tugging at her collar to cover her face, wanting to leave quickly. But Ronan grabbed her wrist. “Why are you in such a hurry to run away? Dare to spy but not admit it?”

Elijah approached with steady steps. With each step he took, Freya grew more nervous.

“This ugly duckling has been spying on you. Did you know that?” Ronan asked. “Or perhaps… you already know her? Is the child in her belly yours? Haha…”

Elijah glanced at Ronan with a disdainful and indifferent look. “I think it’s you who’s been following me.”

After saying that, his gaze slowly fell on Freya, her face hidden from Elijah’s view.

In her desperation, Freya stomped on Ronan’s foot.

“Ouch!” He winced in pain, giving Freya the chance to push him away and run. Ronan cursed as he looked down at his crushed and dirty designer shoes.

“Damn. Not only is she ugly, but also violent. I really doubt if that big belly of hers is from self-reproduction.”

What kind of man would be with a woman like her?

Elijah stared at the woman running away, her figure seeming familiar.

A sense of déjà vu washed over him.

Ronan looked at the departing woman and then back at Elijah. “You’re not really involved with this ugly woman, are you?” His eyes twitched. “Elijah, you moved on so quickly after Freya’s death? It’s normal for men to be fickle, but at least find someone with decent features…”

Ignoring him, Elijah turned away. Ronan couldn’t stay calm anymore. Although he had noticed someone spying on Elijah, his reason for coming out was still Elijah.

“Tell me, what secret project are you working on in Country M?”

Ronan now wanted to prove himself against Elijah. He couldn’t believe that he could never surpass him. In the six months since Freya’s death, Elijah had become even more ruthless, using any means necessary in business. In just half a year, under his control and with his sharp market sense, all of Skyline Co.’s venture capital investments had become profitable. During this time, he also made a thunderous acquisition of the F nation’s ST company and Universal Aviation. Moreover, Ronan had also heard about his recent cooperation with a wealthy businessman from country D. He followed Elijah here to find out the truth.

Elijah had never regarded Ronan as a threat, not before and not now.

“These are all the relevant documents.” When Elijah reached the door, the person he had just spoken to handed him a file.

“What documents are these?” Ronan stared at the file, wishing he had X-ray vision to see through the pages and read the contents.

“Are you a sticky plaster? Wherever we go, you’re right behind us?” Evan walked over, giving Ronan a cold glare, then turned to Elijah. “The car is ready.”

Elijah handed the file to him and said, “Find someone to repair it.”

Evan nodded. “Yes.”

…

Back at the hotel, Evan placed the medicine that Elijah had to take on the table, hesitating for a moment before asking, “Are we going back tomorrow?”

Elijah stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, facing away from him. As he unbuttoned his suit, he said, “Go and retrieve the surveillance footage from today’s auction.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.