The Jilted Tycoon's Vow

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d the dizzying, 24/7 chaos of the London energy trading floor. I didn' t just learn the business; I m

left at the altar, but as the CEO of Fowler

oom was filled with my allies, the new and old titans of Houston who knew which side their bread was buttered on. And

id, handing me a glass of whiskey. "T

ry different," I repl

The celebratory buzz in

d Tony w

earnings. He, on the other hand, looked out of place, his ill-fitting suit a pathetic attempt to belong. His gl

ere, men who could make or break fortunes with a single phone call, tur

d a deep red. Gabby

k gliding through water. My o

I said, my voice loud enough for t

you a drink. Tony, what are you ha

years of resentment. He was the scholarship ki

look me in the eye. "I' m g

on like this? Come on." I pushed a glass

room was watching, judging. He took

setting the glass down. "

low chuckle rippled through the room. Gabby

had jus