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Claimed by the Billionaire Tycoon

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1053    |    Released on: 02/02/2025

th that refused to back down, intrigued him. It wasn't just her professional facade he was drawn to-it was the raw edges she hid

mplest office chair seem like a throne, sitting upright, posture immaculate. But the moment he locked eyes with her, he could s

hedule for today?" he asked, leaning ag

erything according to your preferences. The meeting with the investors is at noon. Your fligh

d he only hired the best. But Tessa? She wasn't just capable. She was sharp. Too sharp for her ow

with an intensity that was impossible to ig

ker of something in her eyes-something unreadabl

k. "You can call me Adria

d, she simply nodded, an acknowledgment of his words. But Adrian could see

nd playful, a rare moment of teasing slip

expression unwavering. "I'm n

t's what they all say. Until

ent of something dangerous, something raw. He wasn't sure if she was challenging him o

is focus back to the day's agenda. "Let's move on. I want to meet with the i

s she adjusted the schedule, her movem

need to make a quick decision. Despite his best efforts to remain professional, he couldn't ignore the way his mind kept drif

ght of his attention. And even rarer still to find someone

to talk numbers. Adrian led them into the conference room, Tessa at his side, ever c

ed and precise. But his mind wasn't fully engaged in the business. It lingered on Tessa, standing to the side, her focus sharp, yet somehow di

ghts were interrupted by Tessa's quiet voice. "

The room was filled with hushed voices, the investors discuss

ack of the room. "What is it?" he asked, keeping his tone p

ere's something off about the proposal the investors gave us. I've gone through the numbers, and

slightly, his interes

ed it with the previous contracts we've signed, and there's a

ce. Most assistants would never speak up about such matters.

voice barely above a

yes-a spark of recognition, of understanding. She was good at this. Better than most, p

meanor shifting back to that of the ruthless businessman e

settled in the pit of his stomach. Something about Tessa made him q

ldcard. And no one-least of all Adrian Ste

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