Flash Marriage To The Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 59: Chapter 59

Hallie stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the towering building, the bold red "Levine Group" sign glowing at the top.
Back then, her grandfather would bring her here to learn the ropes—the business, the rules, everything. But Hallie only had eyes for medicine; she couldn't have cared less about the backstabbing corporate games.
However, after over three years of working at the hospital, Hallie realized that the scheming and politics there were just as ruthless as those in the corporate world.
She'd always believed that being in medicine was a noble, honest, and clean job. But reality turned out to be nothing like she imagined.
She couldn't keep burying her head in the sand, pretending everything was fine. If she couldn't adapt, she'd end up out of the game.
"Thank you so much, Miles. You really didn't have to drive me all the way back. You're so sweet," a saccharine, all-too-familiar voice suddenly cut through the air.
As Hallie turned, she spotted a long-haired girl in a ball gown stepping gracefully out of an Audi. Her perfectly done makeup made her look like a porcelain doll, and she was none other than Natalie.
Next to Natalie, Miles stood like the perfect gentleman, steadying her hand in its white lace glove as he helped her out of the car. Her fluffy, oversized gown looked so heavy and awkward that even stepping out of the car seemed like a challenge for her.
But honestly, at least half that "clumsiness" looked like pure performance on Natalie's part.
Miles wasn't exactly handsome, but he was tall and carried himself with that classic gentleman vibe. From a distance, it almost looked like a fairy tale, where a prince was helping his princess step out of her carriage.
"Oh no!" Suddenly, Natalie lost her balance and stumbled to the side.
Just as she was about to fall, Miles swiftly caught her by the waist. His eyes filled with feigned concern as he cooed, "My silly girl, why are you always so clumsy?"
For a moment, their eyes locked in an intimate gaze, brimming with unspoken affection.
"Hallie?" Natalie suddenly acted surprised, as if she had just noticed Hallie standing nearby, and quickly pushed Miles away.
Her face flushed a deep red, and even her half-hearted push was perfectly executed with a delicate mix of resistance and invitation.
Her soft, trembling hands pressed against Miles' chest as she tried to push him away, but to him, it felt like every nerve in his body had gone weak and melted under her touch.
"Nat, that's your sister?" Miles' eyes lit up as he looked Hallie over, his gaze shamelessly drifting across her curves. A sleazy edge crept into his otherwise polite smile, making his interest crystal clear.
Sensing his stare, Hallie turned to meet his eyes head-on. Her expression was cold with no emotion, just cold indifference that sent a shiver straight through him.
Realizing Hallie wasn't someone he could easily charm, Miles' eyes flickered and turned guarded as a flash of irritation bubbled up inside of him.
He hated women like Hallie—the sharp, aloof ones who acted like they were too good for everyone else, as if they were some untouchable goddess above it all.
'A woman could be spoiled and even a little dramatic—but cold and untouchable? No man wanted that. It's always the flirty ones who men find the most appealing.' As he judged Hallie in his head, a smug, self-important look spread across his face.
He tipped his chin toward Natalie. "I've got work to handle. Call me if you need anything."
"Of course. Thank you, Mr. Chandler," Natalie said sweetly, nodding with perfect, practiced grace.
Miles frowned slightly, his eyes showing a hint of displeasure.
"Even with others around, there's no need to address me so formally. Didn't I tell you that you can just call me Miles? And you're the only one I allow to call me that," he said.
"Got it, Miles," Natalie replied, her cheeks flushing pink with feigned shyness.
Natalie waved goodbye to Miles, her face lit up with a radiant smile that showed off her perfect teeth, radiating sunshine and innocent charm.
"Oh, my dear sister, I honestly thought you'd never have the nerve to show your face at the company again," Natalie said.
The second Miles drove off, Natalie dropped the act. Her eyes turned cold and mocking as she shot Hallie a cutting glare, not even trying to hide her disdain.
Hallie scoffed coldly. "Don't call me your sister. I don't have a bastard child like you for a sister."
"You!" Natalie's face darkened for a second, but she quickly pulled herself together and mocked, "No wonder Dad couldn't stand your mom or you. If either of you had just learned to back down a little, he wouldn't have left.
"He wouldn't have needed to find someone else who actually cared about him. My Mom and Dad are the real deal. When it's true love, there's no such thing as a homewrecker."
Hallie's icy stare carried a flicker of mockery.
"Back down a little? When Tucker was repeatedly stealing from the company, was my mother just supposed to sit around and let him be? Whether he actually loved your mom doesn't even matter. Love isn't an excuse to throw away your morals.
"He's just a man who depended on my mother's family. He leeched off them, and still had the nerve to hurt his wife? A scumbag like that has no right to talk about finding true love."
Hallie tilted her head slightly, her voice low and razor-sharp. "Tell me, Natalie. Are you trying to convince me, or are you just lying to yourself?"
Natalie's chest rose and fell, her expression flickering between rage and shock. "So what? Dad's on my side now. As long as I keep Miles eating out of my hand, I'm the one who'll inherit everything. You know it."
Hallie just stared at her, unbothered.
Then, Hallie questioned, "And what exactly does Dad's support mean? If he really had what it takes to save the company, he wouldn't need you parading around trying to reel Miles in. You two aren't even official. Do you seriously think the Chandlers would fight your battles for you?"
Natalie's eyes suddenly lit up, like she'd just stumbled on some big, juicy secret. "Oh, I get it now. You're jealous, right? You saw how close we were, and now you're scared the Chandlers might actually side with me."
Hallie almost laughed. She couldn't believe Natalie could twist reality that far. "Don't worry. A 'prize' like Miles is all yours."
Natalie, of course, thought Hallie's words were nothing but empty posturing. "It's such a shame," Natalie sighed dramatically. "You're already married, aren't you?"
Then, she gave a fake, regretful pout. "If you weren't, I wouldn't mind introducing you to Mr. Chandler. We could've had a fair little competition. But if I do that now, well, that would definitely upset your husband."
As she spoke, Natalie even stood on her tiptoes and exaggeratedly peeked behind Hallie as if searching for someone.
"Oh? You came alone without your husband today? I heard you've been keeping that marriage a secret. What's wrong. Are you embarrassed because he's not good enough for you to show him off?" Natalie asked.
Natalie had heard about Hallie's marriage from Tucker himself. She thought, 'Phillip, that old man, adored his granddaughter so much, he probably picked out someone perfect for her.'
The idea of Hallie snagging a rich, powerful husband used to drive Natalie crazy. But Hallie never made it public.
So, that made Natalie think again, 'If this mystery guy was really some big-shot heir, wouldn't he have swooped in to help Hallie reclaim the company already by now?'