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Especially now the company's finances are limping under Helen's reckless spending. But Helen moved closer, voice sharp like she was competing with someone invincible. "Ben. Raise your paddle." He looked at her. "Why? that is Audrey's fragrance." "That's the point!." Her lips curled. "Show her that she can't break you." Benjamin looked away. "At this point, I don't really care." " Yes you do," she snapped. "Everyone including the blind can see it." Across the hall, Noah Lawson, the richest person present in the room— a billionaire and an investor— lifted his paddle effortlessly.

The host stuttered as she asked. Brian threw a dead glare at her, and she quickly withdrew her words. He didn’t look like a driver because everything about him spoke about wealth and class. “Your brother instead?” The host asked curiously, ruin to know who the young, handsome man was. “You should know that I don’t have a brother!” Barbara said defiantly and returned her gaze to Brian. “This is Brian…a low-key billionaire. You must have heard about several companies which he owns, but you would never know he is the owner because unlike some of us, he doesn’t like public show”, Barbara gave a brief description of Brian who secretly rolled his eyes at her.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

Then he laughed and shook his head. " You're so naive, you know?", he said to me, " you think I just sit here making millions of dollars for this company and use none of it for myself?", he asked. " You call buying a mansion, using some money for yourself? You're lavishing dad's wealth!", I yelled at him.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

The headline was sharper this time: “Philanthropic Powerhouse Under Investigation for Financial Irregularities.” Still cautious. Still no ritual language. But visibility was expanding. “Pressure like this makes people panic,” Sofia said. “Especially wealthy families.” “Good.” “Careful,” Sofia replied. “Panic can turn violent.” The word lingered. Violent. That evening, Alexander came to her townhouse. Not planned. Not formal. He looked exhausted. “I drove by the estate again,” he admitted. She opened the door wider. “Did anyone follow you?” “I don’t think so.”

"No, feed me with your hands." He told her who chuckled and nodded. Without saying anything, she fed him the chicken piece. As he kept eating, San kept feeding him something from time to time. Sometimes she would put a piece or two in her own mouth and Gael would feel warm inside knowing she was only doing this so he could eat more. "Oh, I remembered, I needed you tell you something. Do you know, the hospital is being used to turn the black money into white. The big charities that are held, are from the same company and then those companies sell medicines and machinery with hundred times more cost."

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

Evelyn stood at the door, observing Benedict. "It seems Mr. Benedict's condition is quite serious." A voice suddenly sounded, and it turned out that next to that room was a doctor's office. Evelyn peeked in and could see Adam there. Because the door was slightly open, Evelyn could also hear what they were discussing. "It seems Mr. Benedict will be blind." The doctor's statement was heard again, and Evelyn was very shocked to hear it. For some reason, she felt very sorry and guilty, even though she didn't know Benedict at all.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​