The Tycoon

It was common knowledge that Miranda Martin had feelings for Edwin Murphy.

However, people had no idea that Edwin hadn't shown affection towards her in the last five years.

On the phone, Miranda spoke with a hint of hope. "Edwin, it's our engagement's 5th anniversary. When are you planning to come?"

She had been waiting in a hotel's top-floor suite decorated with balloons and roses. The call connected at nine, even though their meeting was set for seven.

"I'm tied up right now," Edwin responded, his voice devoid of warmth.

"What's keeping you so busy?" Miranda barely finished her question when a soft cry echoed from Edwin's end.

"Edwin, that hurts!"

A pang of distress hit Miranda. She managed to ask, "Are you with Maggie Adams?"

"She's had an accident," Edwin replied, his tone frosty.

"Why must you be there with her?" Miranda's voice quivered as she continued, "Or in your heart, she's more important than I am?"

"Must we argue about this now?" Edwin's impatience was evident.

Miranda felt a wave of disappointment wash over her for a moment. Her eyes reddened, and her heart sank, with a shiver through her entire body.

She opened her mouth and finally said, "If that's the case, let's call off our engagement."

She expected Edwin to offer some words of consolation.

To her shock, he just ended the call.

Miranda laughed bitterly at herself, tears streaking her face. What had she been hoping for?

She reached for a bottle of wine and gulped it down.

By eleven at night, she finally left the suite.

Stepping into the elevator, she glanced back and noticed a man outside.

He stood tall in a black suit, with a defined face and a furrowed brow that gave him an imposing air.

The man was checking her out from head to toe.