Hiding The Billionaire's Son
I step onto the sidewalk, and Timothy falls into step beside me.
We haven't received our official commuter cars from the Rahim Group yet, so we’re on foot, which is fine. I link my arm with Timothy's as we walk. It’s a strange sensation, walking these streets as a CEO instead of a hidden wife.
We talk about the project, the city, and the way the skyline has shifted, but soon, a sharp pinch shoots up my heel. I stumble slightly.
"Heels were a bad choice for a sightseeing tour," Timothy notes, his eyes dropping to my royal blue stilettos. "We should have taken a ride."
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