Runaway Bride: Tipping The Billionaire CEO

s Terminal 4 at John F. Kennedy International Airport as pa

-length khaki trench coat, her wavy black hair pinned up and dark sunglasses covering half h

miniature dark gray three-piece suit and kid-sized tinted sunglasses. His thick black hair was style

bby hand, scanned the arrivals hall

The economy class restroom sever

tapped the top of h

blic? And who was the one who secretly hacked the airl

over his head and j

Fi on the plane to hack into the New York

e in public relations on a full scholarship, and raised this high-IQ prodigy alone. To the outside world, she claimed Leo was conc

d and patted the hem of her tr

raising a genius for four years, I'll f

s, her dark eyes clear and sh

e to take back everyth

e family that threw her into the mud

ecurity barrier. Through the gaps in the crowd, the boy locked his bri

on Janell's

look at elev

riend on her phone, Janell

onto your suitcase a

that top-

on his hip and no

his head screams 'I am filthy rich.' That hardware

ted security guards and the roofs of departing Cadilla

mom is immune to men for life. We're he

red black Cadillacs pulled up to the curb. Bodyguards in b

Fulton. Dressed in a double-breasted black suit, the steel Patek Philippe glinting

t from his forehead while clu

oir Suite 308 four years ago, we checked entry and exit rec

s gray-blue eyes were freezing as

ndred d

was low

l locked in the top-secret

being treated like a cheap gigolo and tipped two hu

North America upside down, find her. I'll perso

run down his spine

k called to remind you to attend the f