The Miracle of You

“When are you going to get married?” The lively dining table went silent in an instant, and there was a lingering anticipation in the air that did not go unnoticed by anyone in the room. Michael McGregor could hear his father’s voice loud and clear, but he chose to ignore it, focusing on the meal before him. It was a question that he had grown accustomed to over the years. There was no need for him to give a verbal response. After all, his answer would remain the same. Around the table sat five individuals overall: the Chairman of Haynes-McGregor Industries, his wife, Michael, and the latter’s two siblings, namely William and Joanna. John McGregor sat at the head of the table with a scowl, obviously displeased by his son’s blatant lack of response. He slammed his fork down on the plate, making a loud noise that caused the others to jolt in surprise. “I am talking to you,” John said, his eyes narrowing in anger. “When are you going to stop refusing marriage prospects and blind dat

Michael was still frozen in disbelief even after hanging up the phone. As though sensing that Michael was in internal conflict with himself, Grady told him that he would send all the details through one of their secure chat channels. Michael agreed to it absently and ended the call. Michael scrolled down all of the information that Grady had investigated for him about Hailey. Apparently, after going off the grid for fourteen years, she had managed to turn herself into a different person. The woman in the photo who was staring back at him was so different from the girl he once knew years ago. In the past, Hailey had long black hair. She used to grow it so long that it reached her waist. But now, she had blonde hair that was cut short at a modest length, just a little below her shoulders. Her face had become mature over the years, having lost some of the baby fat from her cheeks. Her features had morphed from cute and smiley to serious and intelligent. Her eyes were still the same,

“Who was that just now?” Camille Parker turned around in surprise to see her boss, Christian Callahan, standing behind her with a raised eyebrow. The esteemed CEO of Callahan Group himself. “Oh, it was…” Camille hesitated for a moment. “An old friend.” “An old friend, you say?” There was a wry smile on Christian’s face. “And who might that be?” Camille narrowed her eyes at him warily. “It’s a friend from high school,” she replied calmly. “They got my number somehow and wanted to say hello.” “A friend from high school,” Christian repeated, nodding thoughtfully. “It seems that you’re meeting up with them on Monday?” Camille sighed heavily. “Look, Christian… it’s not polite to eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation, okay? Let it go. It’s not a big deal.” “It’s not a big deal, and yet you’re being strangely defensive.” Christian’s features turned cold. “Is it a man? If it is, you know that you can’t be seen with other men in public except for me, right? Especially when the offici

Hailey had definitely heard of the name Gregory Callahan.Who wouldn’t?Gregory Callahan, or better known as Greg and Mr. Callahan by his friends and the public respectively, was one of the most hardened CEOs in the country. He built his own empire from scratch and worked hard ever since he was young, so he was mostly known for his hard work and intelligence.He was also ruthless whenever it came to decision-making and negotiations. He would not back down from anything and jumped at every opportunity that was meant for the benefit of his company.He was cold and merciless to anyone who dared go against him. Also, he was quite meticulous with every process and detail, which included his staff. If anybody was even the slightest bit incompetent or had a weakness or even messed up just one time, he would fire them immediately and search for someone who was much more efficient.Which wasn’t exactly difficult since everybody — rather, the professionals and the confident ones — wanted a job

“Leave him out of this,” Camille managed to say.However, she forgot to even out her tone, so the anger in her voice was quite clear.“Oh? Quite sensitive now, are we?” Christian said, having picked up on the change of note.“…”“Is he going to be a nuisance to our cooperation?” he asked.“We have no such cooperation between us, Mr. Callahan,” Camille growled. “And I would appreciate it if you cease meddling in my life and attempting to control it the way you want.”“I have many ways to threaten you, Miss van Gowen. I’m sure you know that quite well.” Christian’s smile widened. “Your mother, your father, your brothers… even Michael McGregor’s notoriety in the past, seeing how much you seem to care about him.”“You—”“But as much as it’s entertaining to keep teasing you, I’m afraid you have no other choice.” He shrugged casually. “I’ve already told my father about how madly in love I am with you.”“What?” Camille was dumbfounded.“I’m quite a good actor, you know. I managed to convince