"But Tristan Sterling is in charge of the Sterling Group right now..."
"That's why I'm waiting for an opportunity!"
A predatory, determined gleam shone in Brandon Sterling's eyes, brimming with ambition.
"How long do we have to wait? Brandon, I don't want to keep sneaking around like this. I want to stand by your side openly!" Megan Grayson's hands stoked the flames on Brandon Sterling's body as she did her best to please him.
Brandon Sterling's breathing grew heavy.
He readily enjoyed her ministrations, continuing to feed her empty promises. "Megan, I want to marry you soon too, but now isn't the time. Don't worry, I'll definitely give you the perfect, once-in-a-century wedding!"
Hearing this, Megan Grayson couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from turning up, her heart filled with joy.
But a promise wasn't a guarantee, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. "Can you give me a timeline, then? I really don't want to keep waiting endlessly like this."
"Soon!"
