Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 58:

Katrina discreetly studied Cedric from across the room. Though their paths had never crossed, the tales she had heard painted a vivid picture of him.

Cedric stood out dramatically—his height imposing, his features strikingly handsome, and his demeanor radiating undeniable power that seemed to silently command respect from everyone around him.

If Joyce could marry Cedric…

Katrina turned her attention to Caiden, lightly squeezing his hand to draw his focus.

“Between Cedric and Alexander, whom do you favor more?”

Caiden immediately grasped the essence of Katrina’s question—she was appraising Cedric as a potential match for Joyce. He responded without hesitation.

“Cedric, without a doubt. Alexander might have Richard’s support, but that’s precisely his weakness—Richard’s influence is too pervasive, and Alexander can’t seem to step out from under his shadow. Cedric is a different story. He’s self-taught, self-made. His achievements are all his own, which even I must commend.”

He paused, considering the implications for their family.

“Plus, his personal life is uncomplicated—only his elderly grandmother requires his care. If Joyce marries him, she’d practically run the show, with no one to second-guess her decisions. His business acumen is unparalleled, a stark contrast to the Bennett family, who are always currying favor and clinching deals. There’s simply no comparison—Cedric is in a class of his own.”

Katrina’s eyes shimmered with excitement and anticipation.

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“Do you, someone of your insight, truly respect him?”

Caiden nodded affirmatively, his face breaking into a thoughtful smile.

“In business, certainly. But should Joyce succeed in intertwining their fates through marriage, no matter his capabilities, Cedric will have to defer to me, regardless.”noveldrama

Katrina radiated excitement, practically glowing. She let go of Caiden’s hand and stepped towards Joyce, positioning herself confidently before turning to address Cedric.

“Cedric Phillips, Daniela’s close friend, right? I’m Daniela’s stepmother. Please, feel free to call me Katrina.” She extended her hand to him, her face adorned with a polished, almost-too-perfect smile.

But Cedric didn’t budge. His hands stayed buried in his pockets, his sharp eyes surveying the room with a cold, frigid intensity. He didn’t even glance at her offered hand.

The atmosphere grew tense with Cedric’s arrival. His sheer presence was enough to command the room, halting the movers mid-task.

“Starting a move this early in the morning?” Cedric asked, his lips curling into a faint, sardonic smile.

Katrina’s hand hung in the air awkwardly for a moment, but her polished demeanor didn’t falter. She quickly recovered, letting out a light, breezy laugh and adopting an effortless tone.

“No, not moving! Daniela still lives here. It’s just that Joyce felt some of the furniture and decorations didn’t quite align with Daniela’s style. We were discussing some upgrades to better suit her taste. As parents, it’s only natural we want her to have the best. She lives alone, after all, and we want her to feel comfortable and well taken care of.”

Katrina’s ability to twist the narrative to her favor was nearly flawless. Stating the truth—that they were pillaging the home—would paint her as selfish and cold. But framing it as an effort to enhance Daniela’s living situation made her sound thoughtful, even selfless.

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