The Billionaire Concealed Secrets

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esperation left me no choice. I had spent the entire night pacing my small

to the shocking realization that he w

ldn't ignore the undeniable truth: if anyone had

emotionally. Clutching my phone with trembling fingers, I dial

ered on the first ring, h

said, trying to sound confident de

ing at the other end." "Mr. Alexander isn't ava

Tell him it's about the company.

hang up on me, but instead, he sighed.

all that seemed not to come at any moment. I kept checking my phone, my anxiety growing with ea

it was him. Alexander's voice was as cold and commanding as I reme

I would come, but I had played out all my cards. I immediately got

d expected, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Alexander

thout looking up, his voi

lf to keep calm. "Mr. Alexander,

cing gaze locking onto mine. "

gnificant I must seem in his world. "I need y

chair, studying me like I was some puzzle he

he resources. The influence. The company means

faint, almost cruel smi

ly, though my voic

ng a company drowning in debt isn't a charity project. It's a risk. Besides, I bought a company to use it f

he knot tightening in my stomach. "I'll find a way to p

arrowing. "There is one way. B

pped a beat.

rry

ss the face. For a moment, I thou

ble. "You want me to save your father's c

ocess his words. "Why would you..

et's just say it's a mutually beneficial arr

of joke?" I asked

ing?" he countered, his

ng. This wasn't what I'd expecte

said bluntly. "Tak

I clutched my bag. "I

ng. "My patience is limited," he said with a wide grin. I watched him take his