Con Artist.

Alexander Sterling stood up from the largest chair in Harley Smith's sitting room and gestured to his three guards. "Let's go," he said, his voice commanding.

As he started to walk toward the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to face Harley, who was still kneeling in front of him. "Ah, I almost forgot," he said, his voice cold and menacing. "Make sure you take the articles down from all platforms and browsers, else you will have yourself to blame."

Harley's heart skipped a beat as Alexander's words sank in. She knew that he was not a man to be trifled with " Billionaires are Scary" Harley said under her breath.

One of the guards opened the door and Alexander Sterling strode out of Harley Smith's house, with his guards following close behind. As he made his way to the front of the house, he stopped in his tracks and pulled out his phone from his suit pocket. He dialed William Jones' number and waited for him to answer.

"Good day, sir," William answered on the first ring