All Chapters of The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

When we were almost finished, I heard someone call out, "Miss Jones! Fancy seeing you here!"I looked up, stunned. It was Soren's best friend, Richard!"Mr. Rockefeller, hello!" I said, rising to greet him.He nodded. "Hello to you too."Richard then glanced at the man sitting opposite me."This is my newly hired General Manager, Jamie Young," I quickly introduced. "Mr. Young, this is Richard Rockefeller of Rockefeller Media. He's one of the city's elites. Who knows, we might work with him one day."Jamie stood and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rockefeller!"Richard shook his hand. "Likewise!"He turned back to me. "It's the weekend today, so why aren't you hanging out with Soren? It's the first snow of the year. People are in a pretty festive mood."I knew exactly what he meant. The snow had blanketed the city in white, and people were out enjoying it, taking pictures, playing, and simply reveling in the change of season."We met earlier today, but I have thin

Was it just me, or did he sound a little jealous? Something felt off, but luckily, it was still easy to feign ignorance.I coughed quietly. "Well, it's getting late. I should drive home. Please tell Mr. Rockefeller my thanks."I was about to hang up when Soren suddenly called out, "Taylor."I froze and brought the phone closer. "Yes?""I get jealous when you praise other guys in front of me. Please remember that I'm the first one to tell you how I feel, so you better be fair and just in the process. Otherwise…"His gentlemanly voice had taken on a new, mesmerizing quality. It was low, soft, yet brimming with assertiveness and authority.It felt as though my soul had been petrified by some kind of charming magic."Otherwise… what?" I whispered, my heart racing."You'll know when it happens," he replied cryptically. "Though I'd rather you never find out."I couldn't understand what he meant at first."The roads will be slippery because of the snow, so please drive safely," he s

Jean asked, "So, how did he take it? It must have been pretty embarrassing to be rejected."I shook my head. "I had lunch at the estate. Uh, they invited your head chef just for that."Jean tsked. "Dude, he goes above and beyond for you, and yet you rejected him. Amazing."I ignored her and continued. "Madame Kenway kept dropping hints during lunch, and I told her… I'm not in the mood to be in a relationship. I just wanna focus on my career.""Right. If you start dating so soon after your annulment, everyone will start thinking you've been planning this from the start."God, it really took a best friend to understand you."I know, right?! That's what I told Soren too! I don't want people to think he got in the middle of my relationship with Edward!"And I already have a bad reputation—I destroyed my own family and all that! If they start making up rumors about him having an affair with me, and that somehow being the reason I got divorce… A stain like that could ruin his family's

"How long till your friend is here?" Soren asked.I checked my phone. "About half an hour from now."Without warning, he slipped off his trench coat and draped it over me, pulling it down over my head."The temperature is below zero, and you're still wearing so little. Ladies really do endure the cold for the sake of fashion," he remarked."Ah, I'm fine!" I quickly protested, startled. "I'm not even cold! And if I take this, you'll freeze once you step outside.""The car is right outside—I'll be fine. But you'll be here for another thirty minutes. I don't want you freezing," he insisted.Worried that I might take it off, he grabbed the sleeves and tied them securely around my arms."Now you're warm," he said with satisfaction."Dude, I look like a prisoner tied up."He patted my head. "Never seen a prisoner this beautiful."My cheeks burned. My heart swelled with joy."I'll be off now. See you tomorrow.""Right. Bye-bye."I watched his tall, gallant figure disappear throug

I didn't say anything in response. Maybe it was true—maybe they were more than just "siblings" or friends. I certainly thought it was possible.But it didn't matter anymore."The food's here. Let's dig in," I said, determined to change the subject.As we were eating, two people passed by us.Then, a loud, sharp voice called out, sweetly but sharply, "Oh my God, is that you, Taylor Jones? And Amanda Collins, too! I guess it's for the centennial, huh?"We both turned at the same time to see a young woman draped in jewelry and heavy makeup.It took me a moment to finally call out, tentatively, "Is that you, Candy Frieze?"Amanda, ever bold, added, "Who the hell operated on your face? I didn't even recognize you!"Candy's expression faltered."Your mom never taught you how to speak?" she snapped.Amanda pursed her lips. "She taught me honesty, at least."I was determined not to let this escalate into an argument. This was my best friend's restaurant, and I didn't want anything t