THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME
They pass a sunlit garden, a sprawling patio with outdoor furniture, a cinema room and a private library.
Finally, they reach a door at the end of the hall. Noah opens it with a small, knowing smile.
“This,” he says, stepping aside to let her in, “is for you.”
The room is smaller than the others but no less impressive. The walls are lined with art supplies—paintbrushes, canvases, and every color of paint imaginable. Large windows overlook the garden, flooding the room with light.
“You did this for me?” she asks, her filled with excitement.
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