Anna's POV
"Not possible. Skylake District project belongs to the Simpson family. You'll see tomorrow. Going against the Simpson family? You have absolutely no chance of winning." Jack's cold snort accompanied his words, his eyes filled with unwavering certainty.
My heart sank. This wasn't the answer I wanted to hear, but it precisely confirmed his serious attitude. I had intended to test him—if he had easily agreed, he would have just been placating me. But his refusal actually convinced me that he was serious about both Skylake District and me.
This sincerity irritated me to no end.
I stepped away from him, the cool night air a welcome relief against my heated skin. "Good night, Mr. Simpson. I'll see you at dinner tomorrow."
Inside, I leaned against the door, exhaling slowly. Jack Simpson was the last complication I needed right now.
