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Before the Gala
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2026-10-11 05:54:12
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The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Before the Gala
Chapter 68 Fafane I was halfway through answering an email when someone knocked on my office door. “Come in.” The door opened, and Quashawn walked inside carrying two bags of food. After I lectured him about buying the right amount and not buying the whole store, it seemed like he had learned. I leaned back in my chair and looked at him. “What are you doing here?” He lifted the bags. “Bringing my wife lunch.” “Oh?” I closed my laptop. “And what did your wife do to deserve such special treatment?” “Marry me,” he said. I laughed as he walked over and placed the bags on my desk. “That was your good luck, not mine.” He gave me a look but didn’t argue as he started taking containers from the bags. I watched him for a few seconds; something was off. He’d been acting strange lately. Not necessarily in a bad way, but like there was always something sitting on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t bring himself to say. “You’re staring at me,” he said. “Because you’re acting weir
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands The Audit
Chapter 67 Quashawn The next morning, I barely slept. All I could think about was Fafane’s face when she found out about me being the Baker heir. I’d imagined every possible scenario, and not a single one ended in my favor. Rubbing my face, I poured myself a cup of black coffee. I stood there for a moment, staring into the cup as I tried to figure out the best time to tell her the truth. I’d already spent a couple of days in the guest room. I didn’t even want to imagine where this new secret would land me once she found out. Taking a sip of my coffee, I leaned against the desk and tried to come up with a plan, but nothing worked. Eventually, I gave up trying to find the perfect way to tell her. There probably wasn’t one. By noon, Norman came to the shop and delivered the audit I’d requested. Before leaving, he stopped at the door. “Sir, was there anything else you needed?” I thought about it for a second. “No, not right now.” Unless he could help me with the Fafane situation,
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Mystery Box
Chapter 66 Fafane As soon as I walked into the office, Jenna looked up from her desk. “Someone’s waiting for you in your office.” My shoulders dropped. “Ah, I just got here.” I pushed open the door and stopped when I saw the investigator sitting across from my desk. “Oh. It’s you.” “Good morning to you too.” He greeted me. I walked around the desk and dropped into my chair. “Sorry. It’s been a long couple of days.” “I know it’s early, but I have another appointment after this.” I put my bag down. “What’s the update?” He placed a folder on my desk. “Tessa and Henry’s relationship goes way back.” That got my attention. “How far back are we talking?” “Kindergarten.” My eyebrows rose. “Seriously?” He nodded. “They knew each other throughout elementary and middle school. Henry’s family moved away during his high school years, but he came back for college. From what I found, they picked up right where they left off.” “And some more,” I muttered. I opened the folder and flip
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands It won't let go
Chapter 65 Quashawn That stupid gala. I’d solved one problem, and somehow the biggest problem had come right back and slapped me in the face like, Hey, I’m still here. Don’t forget about me. Yeah, yeah, I knew. I should’ve opened my mouth this morning and said, Well, since we’re talking about the gala, there’s something else you should know. I’m also the Baker heir. But did I? No. I kept my mouth shut tighter than a damn zipper. Smart? Absolutely not, but after spending two nights in the guest room, I wasn’t exactly eager to give my wife another reason to kick me out. I was working at the shop when Jason pulled in. He climbed out of his car looking exhausted. “My tires got busted.” I looked at him, then at the tires. “You sure you don’t need help with the charity gala?” “I’m fine.” He waved me off as I got to work. “It’s not the gala keeping me awake. It’s my love life.” I laughed. “Tell me about it. Seems like the Baker men are having nothing but trouble with women lately
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Letting him back in
Chapter 64 Fafane The last few days, I’d been nothing but tired. Between meetings, site visits, and my husband’s little side betrayal, I was exhausted. Although my parents, Tessa, and Henry had been silent for the past couple of days, I still hadn’t let my guard down. Silence from people like them didn’t mean peace. It usually meant they were planning something. I’d just gotten back from a meeting when my phone rang. It was Grandma. I stared at her name for a second before answering. I’d meant to see her, especially after that weird answer she’d given me at her birthday dinner, but I’d gotten lost in work. Between trying to clean up the mess at my company and dealing with my own love-sick problems, I hadn’t made it to her place. “Hey, Granny. How are you doing?” “I would’ve been better if you came to see me,” she said. I smiled and rubbed my temple. “I meant to visit, but I’ve been too busy.” She sighed. “Girl, don’t let work take all your time. Especially now that you have t
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Making it up
Chapter 63 Quashawn I woke up early to make breakfast. Pancakes, sausages, toast, and strawberries. I even had her coffee waiting in her favorite cup before she came downstairs. I rubbed the small of my back and winced. Sleeping in the guest room was definitely not what I had in mind when I got married. Now I needed to find a way to get my wife back to me. The clicking of heels against the floor pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up; Fafane was coming downstairs, looking as graceful and beautiful as ever. “Good morning, wife.” She shot me a look. I ignored it. I pulled out a chair for her, waited until she sat down, then took the seat beside her. “How long are you going to give me the cold shoulder?” Without looking at me, she reached for her coffee. “Do you have a better explanation?” I reached for her hand. She moved it before I could touch her. Damn. “No, I don’t.” I moved a little closer. “But I’m really sorry that I lied to you. It won’t happen again.” She calmly
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