Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 725

Ray’s attitude was cold, and Madeline felt her patience snap.

“There’s no misunderstanding. I don’t need an apology and I have nothing else to say. That’s it. I’m hanging up now.”

Her words came out clear and firm. She didn’t bother waiting to hear Ray’s response; she ended the call herself.

The line went dead, and from the other end, Ray could only hear the busy signal as his expression grew even stormier.

Madeline tossed her phone aside and raked her fingers through her hair. The clock on the wall caught her eye. It was already ten o’clock.

She froze for a second while memories from last night washed over her.

She remembered picking up Brenda, having a few drinks, getting a little tipsy. They were laughing in the parking lot but unable to find the car. And then…

She’d seen Julian.

Julian.

Madeline jerked upright and glanced around. She was in her own room. Did Julian bring her home last night?

Bits and pieces from the night before came back. Julian had talked to her, said a lot, and he’d been so gentle. Just like before.

Her heart fluttered a little. Did that mean he remembered her? Was he still the Julian she used to know?

That tiny spark of hope propelled her through her morning routine. She washed up, changed clothes, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

By this point, Julian would be at work.

She arrived at Grayson Enterprises determined. The building was impressive, all glass and steel, and she marched right in.

It wasn’t her first visit. She knew plenty about Grayson Enterprises.

The lobby was alive with people—men and women in perfectly cut suits, all brisk, polished, and absorbed in their own busy worlds.

Every floor, from the big bosses to the entry-level staff, everyone moved with purpose.

Julian really ran the company well. It was one of the reasons Madeline had asked Andrew to stop Julian from donating his cornea to her. She’d been deeply moved that he’d put her first, but if she’d accepted his help, who would Grayson Enterprises rely on in the future?

She forced herself to focus, stepping right up to the front desk. Two employees hurried past her, whispering.

“This Mr. Grayson is such a disaster. Everything he touches turns into a mess.”

“Which Mr. Grayson do you mean?”

“Who else? The boss’s cousin, Lincoln. His project went totally sideways. I heard the boss already lost his temper over it.”

Madeline paused, her brow furrowing.

The receptionist greeted her with a practiced smile. “Can I help you, miss?”

“Miss? Miss?”

Snapped out of her thoughts, Madeline smiled politely. “Hi. I’m here to see Julian—the boss

.”

She hadn’t gotten Julian’s number last night, so coming in person was her only option.

The receptionist gave her a slow, careful once-over, her expression unreadable.

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