Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 325

Only after pondering for quite a while did Dylan wave at the employee and say tiredly, "Yes, I understand. You may leave."

That employee only sighed at this. "Yes, sir."

Sitting on the chair, Dylan frowned as numerous thoughts clouded his mind.

After shutting his eyes for a while, he opened them in frustration while a sense of calm returned to his expression.

Dylan drove back to his home first to change into a fresh set of clothes before driving to Galaxy Corporation.

At the entrance of the corporation, Dylan, who was still in his car, took out a cigarette and lit it while looking at the extravagant building, which stood out from the other architecture around it.

After finishing his last puff of the cigarette, Dylan entered the lobby of the building.

At the sight of a visitor, the receptionist at the front desk greeted him passionately, "Hello, sir. How may I help you?"

Dylan then handed her his name card and nodded somewhat politely in return. "I'm here to meet your president."

Upon observing the person in front of her, she replied courteously, "Excuse me, Mr. Jones, but have you scheduled an appointment?"

Dylan involuntarily frowned and replied, "I did not."

Hearing this, the receptionist smiled apologetically. "Then, I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Jones, but if you

don't have an appointment, you can't meet with our president."

"Can I borrow your landline?" Since Dylan did not have Vania's number, he thought about calling her through the front desk's phone. She should answer this call.

Yet, the personnel only smiled in return. "Please don't make it hard on us, Mr. Jones. I can relay anything you want me to say instead."

Naturally, the receptionist was afraid of causing any unwanted trouble.

Dylan could only nod at this. "Then, just tell her that Dylan Jones is here to meet her."

The receptionist smiled professionally. "Please wait." She then dialed the company's landline.

Despite his efforts, not even five seconds had passed before the receptionist looked at Dylan and stated politely, "I'll relay President Greyson's words: Galaxy Corporation will not help Jones Corporation, and neither will I, Vania Greyson."

Dylan was stunned upon hearing this. When did she become so headstrong?

The Vania he knew was always gentle and tame. When they first met, Vania always spoke in a polite and gentle manner even though she always had a distant expression.

That said, her sudden change in attitude made Dylan fall into disbelief. He couldn't imagine what Vania was like now. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Since he was flat-out rejected, Dylan was too embarrassed to request another meeting, so he said to the staff member, "There's my contact number on the name card. If President Greyson changes

her mind, then please contact me."

"Of course." The person immediately smiled. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Jones."

In business terms, this was obviously telling him to get out.

After taking a look at the receptionist, he turned around and left.

Just as he exited the lobby of Galaxy Corporation, he received a crisis report on the financial status of his company, and he gripped his phone tightly.

I need to meet Vania today.

Putting his phone away, he waited in his car, but his phone kept ringing, reminding him of all the problems his company was facing.

Frustrated, Dylan took out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and started smoking them one by one.

The car's sealed space had been enveloped in smoke. If one did not know, they would think that heaven was within reach.