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I wanted to believe that's what she had to say. “No. It's something better. Our company is a branch company of a major conglomerate and our headquarters is hosting a masquerade ball.” Dorothy said. I didn't understand how a masquerade ball would be the solution to my problems. Would it? “And….” I said. “I know you're wondering how this is your solution, but do you know that there would be billionaires from all over the city at that ball?” Dorothy asked, almost in a whisper.

“If I go there, he is going to hit on me. Do you want news, or do you want a scandal?” Kevin's grin only widened, as if I'd just presented him with the most delightful idea. "Emily, my dear, a little flirting from a German billionaire is a small price to pay for access. Use it! Charm him. Get the story. Von Oberhaus's personal life is a black box. His philanthropy, his infamous art collection, the rumors about his... particular tastes. That's the gold. Not another dry quote about market saturation." I stared at him. “I’m going to sue you.”

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

The man moistened his fingertips, his eyes growing deeper and deeper, without saying a word. He got up and walked to the side of the cabinet with long strides. Even though there was no light inside the room, he seemed to know the layout of the place like the back of his hand. After putting on a silver mask, he went to the transparent box where he could watch the gladiatorial arena. The arenas here were all bought by top billionaires, who could watch people fight against each other, people fight against wild beasts, and even wild beasts fight against each other. And the owner behind this mansion was none other than this person wearing a silver mask.

“What makes you think I am going to come to one of those boring party with you? I told you I don't want to be seen with you in public, are you rebelling?“ May asked him, her arms crossed on her body. He chuckled a bit, then his face went serious when he saw her glare. She had always heard stories about clingy billionaires like him who thinks the world revolves around them. He promised to protect her, is he going to break that promise this soon? “It's a mask party. You don't have to show your face, you can continue being a mystery woman.“ He replied her. A masked party? What's this? Halloween happened already and she is not aware? Why does rich people like these boring mask parties? What if s

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

An invitation showed up in Zara’s inbox quietly, with no fanfare, just a simple notification and a fancy-looking digital card. It was black with shiny silver writing, clean and elegant. At the top, in bold letters, it read: “The Midnight Masquerade.” It wasn’t just any party. This was a private, high end event, thrown by a mysterious tech billionaire. Only the rich, famous, or very well-connected got invited. It was one of those parties where you had to either be someone or know someone important to get through the door.

"That doesn't count! That was a scam!" Caroline looked at her nails and said, "It's not that hard for me to ask for the jewelry store's surveillance footage. "Let's see what everyone says when I share it with the public. Will they say that you're untrustworthy? Or call you a nouveau riche? What if they say that you don't deserve to be the eldest daughter of the Collins family?" "Caroline, you've gone overboard! What do you want?" Caroline glanced at the book and stated, "What I want is pretty simple. All you need to do is write down my name, as if I'm the one who donated the 20 million dollars."

She sank onto the couch, tea soaking into the cushions. “What do you want?” she asked. Voice flat. Calm. The way Alexander’s used to get when he was furious. “Twenty million. Cash. No police. No lawyers. No press release this time. You wire it to the account I send tomorrow. Or tomorrow night every major blog in Nigeria and the US gets the full file dump. Billionaire Alexander Voss Bought Silence From His Baby Mama. Imagine the headlines. Imagine what it does to Theo’s book sales. To Nia’s patients. To Kai’s career. To Amara’s academy.”

He paused before adding, “There’ll be about ten billionaires—some from South Africa, Asia… all over the world.” “And this has never been on national television?” she asked, raising a skeptical brow. “Let’s just say we like to keep things discreet. Only attendees know that it’s billionaires being auctioned—not ancient artifacts. The only thing that gets reported is the amount raised for charity.” he admitted with a smirk. “I see…” Amaliah glanced down at her plate, idly pushing a piece of spring roll with her fork, deep in thought. “When is this happening?” “The weekend of Thanksgiving,” he replied. “Three weeks away.”