Chapter 6 Madisyn's Bold Suggestion

"Ballard, you there?"

The moment her friend picked up, Madisyn burst into tears, pouring out her heart to Ballard Gray.

"Madisyn, what's wrong?" Ballard responded quickly upon hearing her distress.

Madisyn laid out the whole story from start to finish, though she couldn't resist spicing it up here and there.

Even with her flair for the dramatic, Ballard - who'd spent more than ten years learning how to read people - had no trouble spotting the real problem.

The truth was, Lydia's hunger for money got in the way. If not for that, those two would've already tied the knot without a hitch.

As for Ballard and Madisyn, they were nothing more than acquaintances. And under his supervision, Conor was actually thriving.

After thinking it through, Ballard said, "Madisyn, don't start crying. I might be his superior, but I'm just a low-level employee myself, so there's only so much I can do-"

Just as Ballard was about to finish his words, Madisyn cut in and suggested that a favor getting the medical costs from Conor could be reciprocated with a discreet meeting at a hotel.

This suggestion immediately caught Ballard's attention.

He first met Madisyn through his wife, and ever since, he'd been quietly captivated by her youth and charm.

Given his wife's formidable personality, Ballard had kept his distance, but Madisyn's direct approach was too tempting to dismiss.

"I've got this. I'll handle the guy tomorrow at work. Don't worry, he'll pay up. I'll secure the funds and send you the hotel details. Just make sure to come alone and dress elegantly."

As Ballard made his promises, Conor's popularity soared at Chasey EON Mall.

The store managers themselves emerged to carry his purchases.

Despite Conor's protests, they were stubborn about assisting him.

Conor had managed to spend close to seven hundred thousand in under an hour, sweeping through high-end brands.

Every woman who walked past - whether a customer or part of the staff - couldn't help but stop and stare in awe.

"He's good-looking and wealthy. Can you imagine what it'd be like to date someone like that?"

"Trust me, if I were dating him, I wouldn't still be stuck behind this counter swiping barcodes."

"He's young, good-looking, and rich - like something straight out of a fairy tale, a real-life prince!"

"I'd do anything to date someone like him!"

...

Amid the adoring glances, Conor walked on, completely composed.

Several admirers made bold attempts to secure his number, but Conor politely declined each offer.

It wasn't that Conor had anything against gold diggers. On the contrary, he actually found them rather appealing.

Their desires were clear: money was the language they spoke. And with the system's rewards, he was never short on funds.

Yet, none of these women could hold a candle to Madisyn's allure, and certainly not to Kyra's.

An hour into his shopping spree, the two managers tailing Conor were visibly worn out, their faces glistening with sweat.

Yet, they showed no signs of discontent. Instead, they were thrilled.

They considered themselves fortunate to be of service to someone of Conor's financial stature.

Their roles in the mall were crucial, and the mall's success directly impacted their job security.

"Mr. Sanderson, may I ask where you've parked? We can bring your car around."

"That's right. The parking lot's a long walk from here."

Upon hearing their concerns, Conor offered a light-hearted smile. "Actually, I didn't drive here today. I'll take a taxi."

Wait a second. He actually said that he was planning to take a cab?

Someone who just blew more than seven hundred thousand at Chasey EON Mall was really thinking about riding in a cab?

If he went ahead with that, the managers worried that they would be gathering their things and leaving by the next day.

"Mr. Sanderson, please allow us to provide a car for you."

"Of course. We've got a separate line of vehicles reserved just for our most valued guests."

Quickly, the manager entrusted Conor's purchases to the deputy manager and hurried off.

Soon enough, a Rolls-Royce made a smooth stop in front of them.

"Mr. Sanderson, step in, and I'll ensure you're comfortably driven home!"

"Careful now, watch your step..."

Right after that, the managers got so carried away with excitement that they almost hoisted Conor straight into the car themselves.

Conor could only offer a resigned shrug.

This had to be one of those moments when people said cash did all the talking.