All too late for his love (Willow and Zayn)

Chapter 332

“Aaron, you’ll find out soon. If they hit it off, they’ll be over here together in no time!” Moses reassured.

Aaron with a grin.

Turning to lan, Moses’s smile remained. “lan, when you’re with a lady, be a gentleman. And if I hear you’ve scared Ms. Sanford off with that cold demeanor of yours, you’ll have me to answer to!”

Though lan was nearly certain the blind date was with Willow, he grasped onto a faint hope and inquired, Grandpa, what’s the name of the woman I’m su

Previously indifferent to her identity, lan now felt an urgent need to know.

“It’s Willow Sanford! Ms. Sanford is practically the nation’s sweetheart right now. With your ice– cold demeanor and aversion to women, you’re hardly a match for her.

“If I hadn’t practically begged Ms. Sanford to meet you, she wouldn’t have agreed to this date!”

So it really was Willow. Ian couldn’t hear anything else Moses said. All he could think about was getting to Gourmet Haven as fast as possible to tell Willo

*To Gourmet Haven!” lan commanded coldly as soon as he hung up the phone.

Eric was taken aback by the sudden order, but he quickly pieced it together.

Knowing how much the boss despised that shameless, conniving woman, and if she was being tormented by Duncan, Ian would definitely want to witnes

Understanding his boss’s intentions, Eric was eager to impress him.

He thrust his phone toward lan, saying, “Boss, Duncan is a real piece of work! Sending him over tonight was spot– on. Look, I didn’t even notice earlier, but he actually sent me a message an hour ago. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“He’s been at Gourmet Haven early, spiking the teapot with God–knows–what. Bet he’s already sealed the

deal with that woman.

“That conniving broad tried to cozy up to you, boss, but ended up in bed with some sleazy old geezer. Ha, bet shell be gagging once it’s all said and done!”

Eric figured his boss, the icy, unflappable lan, would just grunt in response. Instead, lan’s face went white as a sheet. He practically shouted, “What the hell d

Eric couldn’t believe it. The man standing before him, usually as emotionless as a brick wall, now wore an expression of pure panic and dread. Was this

Eric’s sharp mind couldn’t wrap itself around lan’s sudden change in demeanor. He managed to stammer, “Boss, that woman’s getting what’s coming to her tonight, for sure.”

But lan, regal and unmatched, had already snatched his car keys and stormed out of the office like a bat out of hell before Eric could utter another word.

Bewildered, Eric followed suit, trailing after his boss on the frigid winter night. As the biting wind cut through lan’s chest, he rolled down the car window, le

He refused to let Eric take the wheel, opting to drive himself and pedal to the metal. What should’ve been an hour–long drive was cut in half.

Eric, unaccustomed to such speeds, clung dearly to the door handle. He was afraid he’d be ejected if he

let go.

When he finally snapped back to reality, lan was already in the elevator. Eric stumbled after him, determined to stick by his side.

Moses had booked a private room on the second floor.

“Boss, are you sure about this? Heard Duncan’s left a few women crippled before. It’s gonna be a bloodbath in there. Let me check it out first,” Eric urge door.

lan’s muscles tensed, but he shoved the door open without hesitation.

Inside, the room was eerily vacant, But the pool of crimson on the floor seared lan’s eyes with its brutal

truth.