Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 523

In the late afternoon —

Emyr knocked at Aiden's office door and waited patiently for permission to enter.

"Come in," Aiden said without looking up from his laptop.

Emyr stepped in and bowed slightly. "Sir, you had given Mr. Foster time this evening. He would be arriving shortly."

Aiden paused in his movements briefly, but he didn't say anything. His expression didn't change. Just a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and then, he nodded in acknowledgement.

Emyr lingered for a moment, waiting to see if there were any further instructions. But when Aiden said nothing else, he bowed again and quietly exited, returning to his station outside.

Meanwhile, Ryan hadn't forgotten about the meeting either. Rather, he had been waiting for it the whole day.

As his car neared the towering skyscraper, he glanced up through the windshield, eyes narrowing slightly.

It was one of the tallest buildings in the city —imposing and pristine —yet no one truly knew who owned it.

A few months back, the movement here had intrigued many, but when informed it was some new business getting started, people's interest faded.

Ryan's jaw clenched as he stared at the building for a long moment, but not long after, he drove in, manoeuvring the car to the underground parking lot.

Once parked, he stepped out and walked straight inside the building. Stopping at the front desk, he casually informed.

"I am here to meet your CEO."

The receptionist looked up at him, her expression polite. "Do you have an appointment, sir?"

He gave a stiff nod.

"Just a moment, please. I will once confirm it," she said, picking up the receiver and dialling the executive floor. After a brief exchange, she placed the phone down and stood. "You are expected, Mr. Foster. Please follow me."

She guided him to the elevator and accompanied him to the executive floor. When the door slid open with a soft chime, Emyr was already waiting outside.

The receptionist bowed to him before turning to gesture to Ryan. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

"Sir, Mr. Ethan would be escorting you from here."

Ryan's eyes flicked to Emyr, recognizing him from the video he had seen before. He gave a short nod and stepped out.

'Good evening, Mr. Foster," Emyr greeted with a composed smile. "I am Emyr Ethan, CEO Aiden Winslow's secretary. Please come this way."

Ryan followed in silence, his footsteps measured and calculated. Soon, they reached the large double doors of Aiden's office.

Emyr knocked once, and upon hearing the low voice of approval from within, opened the door and stepped inside.

"Sir, Mr. Foster is here," he announced, then turned to Ryan, gesturing for him to enter.

Ryan stepped in —and his gaze locked immediately on Aiden Winslow, who sat behind his desk as if sitting on a fu*king throne of the universe.

The condescending aura was real … and strong.

So much that for a second, it even intimidated him, but then he quickly composed himself back in his stance.

Aiden didn't move immediately. He glanced up lazily, but his eyes held an unmistakable edge of calculation. He let his gaze trail over Ryan from head to toe, slow and unhurried, as if assessing an asset —and not liking what he saw.

The tension surged almost instantly. It was thick and electric.

Unbothered, Aiden stood and pushed his chair back with calm, deliberate grace. He adjusted his cuffs slowly, never breaking eye contact.

Emyr sensed the shift in the room and took a silent cue. With a respectful bow, he excused himself and shut the door behind him.

Aiden finally spoke as he stepped away from his desk, heading to the seating area.

"You requested a meeting with me," he said evenly. "What is it for?"

Ryan hadn't planned on following him, but at that moment, he found himself compelled to. Keeping his expression tight, he moved after him toward the couch.

"There is a lot I want to know about you, Mr. Winslow," Ryan said, his tone clipped. "And for that, I thought it would be better if we came face to face."

Aiden paused in his steps, then turned to look at him. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He gave a short laugh —quiet but unmistakably derisive.

"Know about me?" he repeated, amusement laced with something darker. "I never knew Mr. Foster held such twisted interest."