Chapter 90


    Elijah seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight.


    His already chiseled features now looked even more defined.


    Why would he be here?


    Could it be that the mysterious guest was him?


    Afterpleting her task, Nexa left the backstage.


    It was only after watching Nexa leave that she realized the mysterious guest was indeed Elijah.


    Wasn''t he supposed to be sick in bed?


    Had he already recovered?


    She stood there quietly, not saying anything, nor approaching him.


    "Mr. Bourne, is this thedy you''re looking for?" The event organizer asked Elijah.


    Elijah nodded, "Thank you."


    "You''re wee," the organizer replied respectfully.


    Elijah walked up to Violette, his pale eyes looking down at her, "Let''s talk."


    "What''s there to talk about?" She asked coldly, not looking up.


    Elijah was patient, grabbing her arm and leading her away from the backstage.


    With so many people backstage, there could be gossip about them.


    After leaving the backstage, Elijah led her through the lobby and into a VIP lounge.


    They both entered the room and closed the door.


    Elijah''s voice was deep and powerful, "Violette, stay away from Derek. No matter what his intentions


    are , being close to him is no good for you."


    Violette looked him in the eye and bluntly said, "Do you want me to stop working with him so I can sell


    mypany to you?"


    Elijah was angered by her words.


    Before he could refute, she continued, "Don''t you think your offer is too low? No wonder you''re too


    embarrassed to handle it personally. If I were you, I wouldn''t admit to offering only 200 million dors."


    Listening to her mockery, a flush of anger appeared on his pale face.


    She knew how to push his buttons.


    "You make an offer," he said, his breathing getting heavier and his voice getting hoarser.


    "Ha, did youe all this way just to talk about coboration?" Violette sarcastically said, "We can talk


    about coboration, but I''m busy now. How about tomorrow?"


    As she tried to leave, Elijah grabbed her arm again.


    "Violette, I''ll say it onest time," he said, coughing slightly, his voice even hoarser, "You''re no match


    for Derek... If you think 200 million is too low, name your price."


    Violette faced the cold door, her facadepletely exposed.


    His illness obviously hadn''t fully recovered. He came here to find her, clearly not because of something


    important.


    Why did he have toe?


    Couldn''t he wait until he was getting better?


    This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and threw out a number, "500 million dors. I want to invest,


    not be acquired!"


    She didn''t really want 500 million dors; she just wanted to see his reaction.


    He was the one who forced her to make an offer.


    "Deal," Elijah agreed without hesitation, "Now go reject Derek..."


    "Have you lost your mind?" Violette suddenly turned and interrupted him, her chest heaving rapidly,


    "You''re still sick, I don''t want to discuss this with you, go back and rest!"


    "I''ve recovered a lot," his voice was even lower than before, but his eyes seemed redder.


    Violette felt something was off and touched his forehead.


    It was a bit warm.


    She withdrew her hand, speaking firmly, "Are you going back on your own, or should I call your


    bodyguard to take you?"


    "You have to reject Derek," he seemed not to have heard her, stubbornly repeating his thoughts.


    "I won''t reject him! Stop forcing me to do things!" Violette''s tears were about to fall, she gritted her teeth


    and said, "Elijah, I won''t let you control me anymore!"


    She saw the disappointment in his haggard face


    . Still, she looked away, opened the door, and quickly left the room.


    As she stepped out, cold wind hit her face.