All Chapters of The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

"But that's because he's—"Soren was about to argue, but I quickly tugged on his hand and interrupted, "Your grandfather's right, Soren. You should focus on your career right now, especially since you're your family's heir. You can't let personal feelings interfere with your greater responsibilities."William nodded approvingly. "You're a sensible woman, Miss Jones. It seems Soren has good taste."I forced a bitter smile.Sensible? More like I was forced to say that.But truthfully, I wasn't in a rush to get married, and William's stance actually lifted some pressure off me. In a way, it was a relief.The tension in the air lifted after my words smoothed things over.Soren and I returned to our seats.Just then, someone entered the courtyard—one of William's personal aides, based on their attire and demeanor."Sir, Commander Frieze and Miss Frieze have arrived," he announced.My heart skipped a beat. Commander Frieze? Miss Frieze?Was Candy here? What a coincidence!"Let th

Conflicts between women were never easy to define, often leaving it unclear who is right and who is wrong.Even someone as shrewd as William chose not to intervene, silently sipping his coffee.Soren turned to look at me, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement.I glanced at him, feeling an inexplicable irritation.Was he actually enjoying this? Did he find it entertaining to watch Candy and me bicker over him?I shouldn't have agreed to be his girlfriend, not when I hadn't known about Candy's ties to his family in the first place!My life was already complicated enough, and now it felt like an even bigger mess.Meanwhile, the two older gentlemen changed the topic, easing the tension and silence between us.Just then, my phone rang.I checked the screen—it was Jamie, likely calling about work.I excused myself and stepped outside to take the call.Jamie went over some details regarding the fashion show, and the conversation lasted about eight minutes.When I hung up and turn

"Why compare us with the worst?" Cameron demanded."What else should I do—compare you to the richest people in the world?"Cameron fell silent for a moment. "How could you?"I couldn't linger in the restroom, and I didn't want to be overheard. I coldly replied, "I've already done more than enough by paying for the treatment, so stop pushing your luck. If you keep causing me trouble, I won't pay another cent—even if you beg me."With that, I hung up and walked out.As expected, Soren was waiting outside."You didn't sound too happy on the phone. Was your stepmother bothering you again?" he asked."Mm-hmm, she's complaining about the hospital conditions." I didn't hide it from him this time.Then, I made one thing clear. "You're not allowed to help them. I know it's easy for you, but don't do it."He looked at me warmly and replied, "You think too highly of me. I'm already kind enough not to kick those who bullied you while they're down. There's no way I'm helping them."His

Frankly, I found Lisbeth's ambiguity far more disappointing than William's directness.In the past, when I visited the Kenway residence as a designer, Lisbeth consistently exhibited warmth and kindness.Yet, when I visited Soren's girlfriend today, I sensed a clear distance between us.Although she remained polite—even inviting Chef Remy to cook, a gesture that underscored her appreciation of the occasion—I could tell her attitude toward me had changed.Given the situation, I couldn't simply take Soren away, especially not to another country."I'm serious. You should stay home and wait for me. I'll return as soon as I'm finished," I emphasized.He leaned closer, gazing at me. "But even if you're fast, you'll need at least ten days—maybe even half a month..."I frowned and fell silent. His words rang true."I can't bear to go even a day without seeing you… I'd miss you so much that I might even fall ill from heartbreak." His voice was low and warm, and his deep eyes formed a ten

Jean caught on immediately after I dodged her questions twice. "Soren's next to you, isn't he? So now isn't a good time to talk about this?" she asked."Mm-hmm.""Oh, okay. Gotcha. You two go ahead. We'll talk when you're free.""Alright." Just as I was about to hang up, I remembered my business trip and quickly added, "We'll have to wait until after the Brigidlia Festival. I'm leaving for Medhelanon tomorrow."Jean had been so busy that she'd forgotten, but my reminder jogged her memory."You're spending another Brigidlia Festival abroad? I'm sure that's really difficult for you now that you've got a boyfriend. You can't do this again next year."I chuckled and replied, "We'll see..."After all, who knew if my boyfriend would still be mine next year?After hanging up, I instinctively checked my WhatsApp messages and replied to a few work-related ones."Taylor, my family's opinion isn't that important. No matter what they think, I can make my own decisions. Trust me."Soren