Contracted by the billionaire
“I love you, daughter. I know it doesn’t fix much. But I’m sorry.”
I nodded. “Prove it in court.”
He left. Roman paid the bill and we walked out to the car. “That went better than expected,” he said.
“He’s weak but honest today,” I replied. “One less enemy.”
Back at the penthouse, Delia waited with Carter. They had laptops open. “We dug up more on Sable,” Delia said. “She’s spreading rumors online. Calling you unstable and gold-digging. I traced a few posts back to her.”