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Steven talked to his driver before getting off when they got home. "Thank you, Sir. It's perfect and I have a friend to visit." Steven nodded to the gentleman before turning his back on him. Like Grey, he also did not have any sort of doubt about him. Tony happily left and hurried to the house of his original boss, Kanor. He was also eager to see his boss' grandson that he was very proud of. Tony stopped for a moment when he remembered what Grey had said about the boy they had seen at the airport earlier.

Tommaso After Stan left, I opened up my document on the great search for a new arms dealer to fill Tony’s slot. Treating his removal like a foregone conclusion made waiting for whatever the hell he was going to get back to me a little easier. I still had more than enough to worry about in terms of day-to-day operations, but Tony filled my brain whenever I sat down at my desk. Tony, and that bastard Zahur. I rubbed my face and leaned back as Steve’s face floated into my mind. I could take him out while I was at it. Make sure Beth never went back to him. But if Paige hadn’t actually gotten through to her, Beth would just find another Steve.

Steve’s P.O.V. I’m Steve Grey, a billionaire who has everything in his life except a life partner. I have a fashion company, and my days are filled with the hustle and bustle of the business world. Despite the success and wealth, there’s a void that only love can fill.

Tess said to one of the guys in there. "I can't believe this," Jason said dejectedly. It's understandable. His stock price are going to plummet again making the company secure a big loss. "Here it is," the guy handed a piece of paper to Tess. "Tony Stark?" Tess raised her eyebrow in disbelief. "What?" Caleb and Jason said at the same time. "That's his name, Tony Stark," she said again. "I can't believe Iron Man was actually in my company," he scoffed as Tess shook her head.

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

Emmet replied before taking a sip from his whiskey. I looked at them but turned my focus on Anthony instead. “Tony,” I said as I sat on the empty chair beside him. “What do you know about the current scam in the news today?” Tony, better known as Anthony Silvester, is known for his luxury car business by most people. But for his friends and those on his VIP list. He was known for providing the best security service in the country. Most of those he employs are usually those who used to work as undercover agents for the government and wanted a different life.

Tony and his men had already spent tens of thousands in quick succession ever since they robbed Stephanie. He had never expected to be caught by Caspian and his men so soon. Macy continued her interrogation. "Another question. Why did you beat up Stephanie's father? Who gave you the orders?" "I can't tell you about that!" Tony couldn't afford to reveal his benefactor hiding in the shadows. Macy wasn't in the mood to negotiate for an answer. "Finish them off! We'll see if you'll start to talk then." The elite soldiers each brought out their own pistols.

"I don't know if Marcus has any secrets, but I definitely don't have any. You know everything about me." Marcus looked skeptical. "Are you sure?" Tony was very confident. "What is there to be unsure about?" Marcus looked him over and said mercilessly in a robotic tone, "Your hair length, the measurements of every part of your body, your height and weight down to two decimal places... She doesn't know any of that." Tony and Sierra both fell silent. There were times that one really could not find the correct words, so they said nothing. "Ms. Bell," Tony said, his tone still bright and cheerful.

I rolled my eyes at their sudden entrance, but they ignore it. Tony was wearing a grey dress shirt, folded until his elbow like he always does. Together with it was a black slack and leather shoes. He was wearing the designer watch that I bought him last year. It made me smile. He was taller than me by a head, he was taller than most guys. He was fit since he always exercised, despite the fact that he has no sports. He has a ruffly light brown hair that sits messily on his head and brown-greenish eyes that I've always envied. On top of those traits, he has a perfectly lined jaw and a pointed nose. Veins can always be seen running through his arms.

“I get you. But that's not happening to me this time. I got a gorgeous wife and a dead woman depending on me this time.” “Woah. A dead what?” Steven’s head snapped up as he realized what had happened. He hadn't meant for that to slip out. “Look, forget I said anything. But there's no need to worry about me, Tony. I'm fine.” “If you say so.” Tony said before clapping Steven on his shoulder and heading to his office to ring up Steven's bill. He emerged five minutes later and tossed the card and receipt to Steven. Steven scanned it briefly and said,