Despite Natalie’s efforts to win Becker’s favor, he was a businessman first.

Profit always came before personal relationships.

He wouldn’t risk his connections with the Evans Group for her.

“Mr. Finch, please, don’t do this to me. I... I’m...” Natalie stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice broke.

She couldn’t believe she was the one being scolded like this. She felt completely humiliated.

When Becker mentioned snobbery, wasn’t he guilty of the same thing?

How had Bianca become a distinguished guest of the Evans Group while she had to rely on this old man’s whims? Natalie fumed inside.

But she needed him. She depended on him.

So, despite...