Beneath The Billionaire's Veil
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e than I was comfortable with. I narrowed my eyes, gripping the edge of my glass. I
ll talk," I said, forcin
gh I was the punchline of some private joke. "Suit yours
elt unsettlingly familiar, though I couldn't place it. Maybe it was his confidence-the
e called, his voice slicing t
ing, Mr.
ut before I could dwell on it, my phone buzzed on
rsistent calls were starting to fr
you really nee
nwood," I snapped, cutting him off. "I
ething you n
trated sigh. It wasn't his fault, but I couldn't han
said, and I felt his gaze again, studyi
e of your business?" I shot ba
ed, but the amusement in
y. The company, my father's legacy, the smug faces of Veronica and Alice
?" he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "
e him, ready to unleash my fury. But the look in his eyes stopped
sing anything?" I asked bi
expression unreadable
elf speechless. Who was this man? And why did it feel
l on the counter. "You'll see me again," he said
ring into the crowd. Something about him left me
t the bar. The night air was cool against my flushed s
vving caught my attention. I froze as a sleek bl
uted, my hea
ahead, and the driver stepped out. My
from t
I demanded, m
zed. "You should watc
ious? You ne
ed," he said with a smirk, lea
surface. "Who even are you? Do you just go
furiating look, "said Evelyn Hart, daughter of Char
nt chills down my spine. "
ing. "Because your father's co
e like a freigh
acquiring Hart Industries. In fact, I was just finalizing th
ant, smug stranger-was the reason Veronica and Alice we
company?" I asked, my voi
's a solid investment. Or, at least, it will
ou don't care about the workers, the lega
s," Miss. "Hart," he
ompany isn't just a business to me. It's my famil
," he said, his voi
sed to let them fall. "You're just
s expression unreadabl
ed to?"
into his pocket and pulled out a card. "If you want to save what'
de warring with my desperati
atic smile. "Let's just
car and drove off, leaving me standing there,
ed in bold letters: Alexander K
was now the one holding the fate