The 365 days billionaire

dn't help. Being the GB Group's heir wasn't as easy as everyone thought. Meetings, re

ept replaying the highlights of our night together in my mind, her voice, her smile,

yed conversations, brainstorming ways to help her. Her prob

, we're late! Meeting with MT at ten, investors at noon, launch prep at thre

h my already messy hair. "You m

ost maternal precision. "And we can't afford any m

ak smile. "Sou

earlier sense of humor had vanished. The boardroo

Adrian Hunt, sat back and grinned smugly. He drewled, "Ah, our

oved to the head of the table. With my father's shad

s. Graphs and charts flashed before my eyes, but I managed to a

Mr. Jack, what's your vision for GB Group's future? We

practically feel Adrian savoring my potential f

d, focused on long-term benefit. A fresh perspective can identify opportunities ot

? Then, nods of approval began to spread. Even Adrian'

ed assumptions, even managed a few well-placed jokes to lighten the tensi

roached me, a thin smile playing on his lips. "Not bad for your first real

n't worry, Adrian.

art sank. Her voice, when I answ

rds tumbling out. "The blackmailer sent another m

"Where are you

ng a coffee mug. Seeing her tired, stressed, vulnerable, hit me hard. "Y

said, sitting down.

t, her voice trembling. This w

s doing this knows too much about GB Group. Th

do you

plained. "And I'm going to

pite everything, her determin

than you think,

ratitude and disbelief in he

And you're not alone. We

me. I was more than just a CEO under duress or an heir. I refuse

t all costs, I would prove myself to the board,

journey but I was ready to face