Novel & Cerita Undercover Billionaire: Comeback City

He was more reserved and preferred to stay behind the curtains while David handled the show. He had no problem with the guards and breezed through them. Victor was lounging beside the swimming pool, clad in a bathrobe. He had two female friends as company. The man was divorced. "Have a seat, David. And tell me what the problem is." David sat down, ignoring the ladies who smiled at him. "I saw Ellie Summers today." Victor dropped his phone and stared at his nephew. "What are you talking about?" "Ellie is back, Victor. Met her at the wine tasting ceremony. And it seems that her standards has risen."

"Whose connections am I relying on?" "Don't play dumb." Tasha leaned closer and raised her voice. "Everyone in the company knows how you got in back then. If you didn't have some shady relationship with that former VP who resigned, do you think you'd still be sitting in this position?" "Exactly," Vinny snickered. "You don't even dress that well—those bags you carry are probably knockoffs, right? Saved all your money to keep a pretty boy on the side?" That smear was impressively vicious.

Are you alright?” The young woman quickly bent down to help the elderly lady who had fallen to the ground after being shoved aside by one of the bodyguards. In front of the grand cathedral, a luxurious bridal car had just arrived. The moment the car door opened, chaos erupted. Camera flashes exploded from every direction as reporters rushed forward, desperate to capture the first glimpse of the bride of the Wedding of the Year. Today, the mysterious heiress of the powerful Sutherland Group, the wealthiest family in the country, was finally getting married.

I won't admit it, but trusting a guy when he says 'Trust me' or 'Don't be scared of me' has brought me to this place today. "I know what I have to do now. And you," His eyes twinkled with an unknown spark, "You need to gear up because you are making a comeback in the real, cruel world of business." Uh, what? How? I saw Valentina and wait... Is this Jonathan West? "Jonathan West?" "Yup. Biggest fan of Valerie Ricardo and her student," He extended his hand with a smile on his face, "I wish we had met earlier." My eyes instantly became glassy. The whole world forgot my mother. Including her husband. But...

“A few months ago, I thought I’d never want to be seen again. Now I’m here, eating lunch by a river like a normal person.” “That’s the point,” I said. “You don’t have to disappear to start over.” He nodded, but his eyes looked far away, like something was still weighing on him. When they got back, her phone was buzzing nonstop. Notifications, missed calls, messages. She frowned. “What’s wrong?” Rand asked. She scrolled, her expression shifting fast — confusion, shock, then something colder. She turned the screen toward him. His face was on it. A photo of him from the café. Headline: “Disgraced Billionaire Rand Calloway Resurfaces in London — Spotted Living with Unknown Woman.”

The four billionaires had come back for payback but none of them realized just how much the night would would twist. Attraction had entered the game and hearts and pride would collide.

“That is not necessary, ma’am!’’ Nathaniel Red almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her. It was only yesterday that news of Derek getting married was introduced to the general public. The man had kept his wife out of the public eye, so everyone had the same thought about her; she was not only the luckiest woman in Dew City, she was also the most powerful in the entire country. He looked down at her ring finger, and when he saw it was bare, he immediately broke out in cold sweat. He was the Hayne family’s jeweler, and just because she came to his company to get a custom ring from him using her maiden name, his people had blindly turned her away.

I stare at her for a moment, I really don’t, it’s been four days since the first story broke, the one that started this avalanche and four days of nonstop damage control, sleepless nights, and a reputation being dragged through the mud piece by piece, I don’t want to see anything else but this is work and ignoring it won’t make it disappear. “Show me,” I say finally. She hands me the tablet, and the video is already playing. “We have proof that, for selfish reasons, Mr. Derek Addams married Bella Abrahams to secure financial backing,” the entertainment news caster says smoothly, her tone laced with practiced neutrality. “The marriage, allegedly contractual, was meant to last four years, howe

That she’d dated me for two years and then, within weeks of the breakup, had appeared on the arm of my billionaire CEO. I framed it as an observation. It sounded, even as I was saying it, like something else. Marcus had nodded and refilled his glass and changed the subject and I’d gone home and slept reasonably well and woken up Monday morning and told myself it was just conversation. By Wednesday the shape of the story had reached Daniel.