The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return
Stella arrived ten minutes later, looking far too excited for someone helping me flee my own country.
She practically bounced into the room, tossing her purse onto the couch.
“I have always wanted to be in a spy movie,” she declared.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Stella, this is not a movie.”
She ignored me completely.
“So,” she said, turning to Lucas and Ethan. “How much attention do we need to pull?”
Lucas barely looked up. “Enough to buy us a fifteen-minute window.”
Ethan smirked. “Think you can handle that?”