Chapter 282 A Kind Introduction

• A night that felt like torture. For Cyrus, this kind of test was straight-up hell-level. Even the most terrifying enemy he’d faced on the battlefield hadn’t tormented him like this. Shannon was scared out of her mind—no way was she sleeping alone. So she dropped everything and ran straight to Cyrus. The moment she slipped under Cyrus’s blanket, she felt safe, like the fear had vanished into thin air. Lying beside Cyrus was like curling up next to a warm stove—safe and cozy. Shannon had only meant to hide for one night, but soon she drifted off, sleeping deep and sound. Cyrus let out a sigh. Guess this was his own mess to clean up. Of all things, he’d chosen to scare Shannon. Great. Now he’d gotten himself stuck with this Blabbermouth. Morning. Shannon rubbed her eyes and woke. Suddenly, she felt a big hand pressing down on her. She shot up. Cyrus’s hand was right in front of her chest. And the key thing—she’d actually fallen asleep beside him. So last night… didn’t that mean Cyrus could’ve done whatever he wanted? “Ah!” Shannon kicked Cyrus right off the bed. Cyrus stared at her, speechless. Shannon realized something was off—this was Cyrus’s place after all. She jumped down and bolted out of the bedroom. Cyrus had no choice. To dodge the awkwardness, he quickly got dressed and headed to the office. … Down at the base of the tower, a whole row of cars lined the curb—every one a luxury ride. Cyrus frowned and walked into the building. The security guards all greeted him. He asked the guard on duty, “We got visitors?” The guard nodded, then leaned in and whispered, “Captain, looks like someone big’s here. Miss Lindgren is personally showing them around.” “Oh.” Cyrus didn’t think much of it. Right then, five people walked down side by side. Grace Lindgren kept to the outer edge, smiling warmly, talking nonstop as she introduced the tower. In the center was a man in his fifties. Beside him was his secretary and… Cyril Nikolaou. Cyrus took one look and got it—this older man had to be Du Bocheng, the real estate tycoon from Xianggong. Du Bocheng nodded along and smiled at Grace. “Miss Lindgren, your place is a bit basic, but it’s pretty nice. If my company settles in Rodon, I’ll consider putting our headquarters here.” Grace thanked him at once, smiling. Du Bocheng’s eyes skimmed over Grace, then moved on without a ripple. They headed toward the exit. Cyrus was about to leave. “Hey? Second Brother!” Cyril spotted him and waved. Cyrus’s brows pinched tight. Cyril grinned. “Second Brother, don’t be shy. Come on, I’ll introduce you to a big shot.” Cyrus wanted to turn and walk away. He wasn’t in the mood to chat with Cyril. Grace quickly chimed in, “Cyrus, come here a sec.” “Yes, Miss Lindgren.” Cyrus walked over, resigned. Grace smiled and said, “This is Mr. Du Bocheng, Mr. Du. He’s checking out our commercial tower and plans to set his real estate company’s headquarters here. Mr. Du, this is Cyrus, Mr. Cyril Nikolaou’s younger brother and our head of security. Cyrus is amazing—thanks to him, our tower has never had a single security issue.” Grace gave a kind introduction. She hoped Cyrus could meet more important people.