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

Chapter 891:

Additionally, with so many eager people wanting to ingratiate themselves with him, how could he possibly pass up such a rewarding opportunity? He was absolutely determined to attend.

Unbeknownst to Richard, Hackett had stopped by Phillips Group before heading to his home.

Cedric’s secretary, always poised and courteous, had entertained Hackett with an afternoon of coffee.

As Hackett prepared to leave, he left behind a badge.

Upon noticing the badge, the secretary offered a gracious smile. “You’re far too generous, Mr. Peny. This is simply too precious for us to keep. I’ll make sure to inform Mr. Phillips upon his return.”

Hackett’s smile remained gentle, radiating a friendly and relaxed demeanor. “Mr. Phillips is truly a standout individual. We’ve extended an invitation for him to join our association before, but his schedule has always been too full. I took the opportunity to deliver this in person since I was in the area.”

The secretary gave a slight nod. “I appreciate your efforts, Mr. Perry. Should Mr. Phillips find some free time, he will undoubtedly contact you.”

As the badge was handed back to him, Hackett’s expression subtly shifted, his smile fading into a more stern look. “Is this how Phillips Group shows their regard for the president of the National Commerce Association—by denying me even a token of respect?”noveldrama

The secretary maintained his composure, his hands neatly clasped in front of him, exuding professionalism and courtesy. “How is that possible? You are a figure of national renown. It would displease Mr. Phillips greatly if I were to show you disrespect.”

Despite his words, the dismissal was undeniable.

Hackett, clearly annoyed, abruptly exited with a final jab. “In the future, let’s see if Cedric comes crawling back to me for this privilege.”

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Upon leaving Phillips Group, Hackett made his way to Elite Lux, but he didn’t even manage to enter.

Lillian, far less indulgent than Cedric’s secretary, briskly turned him away. “Ms. Harper is recuperating and is not receiving guests at this time.”

The incident unfolded before the eyes of many spectators, causing Hackett’s face to cloud over with fury.

Thankfully, Richard granted him entry and even accepted a badge; otherwise, Hackett might have reached his boiling point.

Back at the association, Hackett broke down crying during a meeting. The members of the association exchanged looks of bewilderment. “Is there a problem, Mr. Perry?”

Hackett, with a wave of his hand and a sorrowful shake of his head, let his tears fall onto the surface of the conference table.

“What’s happened? We implore you to tell us!”

Having served as the esteemed president for over twenty years, Hackett was deeply respected within the community.

Throughout his long stewardship, he had only ever encountered two significant crises.

The first involved Brylee. Her resolve was as hard as steel, and her influence in the business world was unyielding. She wielded her authority with a sharp, commanding aura.

In a bid to unify the community, Hackett had once offered her a chance to join the association.

But Brylee had scoffed at the notion. She firmly believed that business triumphs were earned through personal merit alone—victory was the prize for the powerful, and defeat the scourge of the weak. Why would she bother becoming part of such a “pretentious” association? To her, it was wiser to invest that time and money into something that truly helped people.

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