Chapter 33

Ambrose trudged back to his apartment, feeling utterly defeated. By the time he got back to the restaurant, the dinner gathering had long since ended. The private room had been cleaned from top to bottom. As he stepped out, he ran into Yvonne at the entrance. Hope flickered in his eyes, and he hurried over, trying to strike up a conversation. "Ms. Larkson, I didn't get a proper chance to speak with you last time. Would you have time for a cup of coffee?" His tone was uncharacteristically deferential. Yvonne, however, let out a short, disdainful laugh. Her gaze was sharp and openly disdainful as she sized him up. "Do you really think you have anything to compare with Justin? The Westwood Heights project might've been an option for you, but since Justin wants it as well, you can forget about it." Her limited-edition Gucci heels clicked sharply on the floor, each step landing like an insult to his pride. "Ah, Ambrose, you're back! I left some late-night snacks for you. Come eat!