Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 201 - Bab 204

The manager adjusted his tie nervously as he explained, “This villa functions similarly to Roastercoast Garden—high-end, secluded, tailored for elite use. The scenery is breathtaking, and the water quality here is pristine. But the location is remote. A standalone development would be difficult to sustain. The beach alone isn’t enough to draw crowds.”He cast a quick glance toward Alexander.“Previous developers backed out one after another. They considered the risk too high for the reward.”But now, with the Vanderbilt family making sweeping moves across Charleston, adding this plot of land to their portfolio would be effortless—an afterthought, really. A few million more meant nothing when you were already investing billions.The manager hesitated before broaching the real concern. “There was a sandstorm here. Just once, ten years ago. But if it happens again—if people are injured, or worse—it’ll destroy the location’s reputation. That's the hesitation. No one wants a tourist haven

Dear Gentle Readers, Thank you for being so loyal and supportive. Please enjoy this freebie as a token of genuine appreciation from this author. Yours, Ethan---Inside the quiet, sand-laced halls of the villa, the managers exchanged uneasy glances. For a man as calculating and composed as Alexander Vanderbilt, rushing out into a raging dust storm—just for a woman—was unthinkable. Uncharacteristic. Reckless, even.And yet, he had.With the roads nearly invisible and the winds threatening to uproot trees, no one could say whether he'd make it back safely. The sheer thought was unsettling.Slowly, the group’s collective gaze shifted toward Uncle Marco.Everyone knew Ava was his niece.Marco stood stiffly, his jaw tight, the heat of humiliation slowly crawling up his neck. Ava had once been Charleston’s golden girl—the pride of her small community. When she graduated, her name was printed in local newspapers, her photo hung in coffee shops, her story whispered with pride at dinner tabl