A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
“The hell you are. Andrew, this isn’t a boardroom. They’re armed, organized, and they have Lily. You need a plan.”
I stared at him.
Then slowly, my voice dropped into a dangerous whisper:
“I am the plan.”
Adrian’s face paled.
But then he nodded.
“Fine. I’ll prep backup. You go first — scout, infiltrate, get eyes on Lily. Then you call me.”
I didn’t respond because my phone vibrated again.
A new message.
I opened it.
Another video.
This time Lily was tied differently — arms in front, her dress slipping off her shoulder.