Billion Dollar Promises

t that could happen. But today's revelatio

l is this?" "Is this

ugh to make Savannah Lane freeze mid-step. The smile on her face faded. Her heart raced at the

one other th

holding on to his glass of wine. Standing by the donor displa

avannah, deserve the most

He scoffed, stagge

ugh to have drawn the atten

art Savannah h

city. She adjusted her earpiece, whispered a quick "On it" to her team, and crossed the floor. People were watching now to see

een him and a hovering photographer. She leaned in close enough to smell th

k fool?" He swayed, jabbing a finger at her. "This

raced. Fifty? The ledger showed ten. Great.

s. She stumbled, trying to catch herself, but the tray tipped. Glasses flew, c

ocked eyes with the man she had drenched with champagne. Jaxson Carri

he muttered "Seriously? You just spilled champag

aze. "I'm so sorry about this. Let me help you clean up," she said, already

ng damply to his thighs, being annoyed, he said "This is cu

y. The photographer was snapping pictures, and she knew this could get ugly. "I'

can? Jaxson nodded toward De

ispered to herself. "Look, I'm trying to keep this night

omething like surprise flickered in hi

von was getting louder now yelling about "incompetent staff" and drawing attention from the crowd. She quickly turn

. A glass fell over, and the crowd murmured in surprise.

Mr. Devon, let's get you out of here before things get w

ing Savannah to steer him toward the side door. She shot Jaxson a glance that mix

n another. The photographer was back, grinning like he

lionaire's Mystery Flame Spills More Than Champagne! The photo was everywhere; it showed Savannah mid-argument w

nt the night smoothing things over with Devon, double-checking the donor ledger (he had given

d reached for it, eyes squinting at the screen. Unknown number. She let it go to voicemail

, not bothering to

voice on the o

ne softened s

PR for Jaxson Carrin

Jaxson's team want with her? She tried to

e. Savannah was perplexed. She had a feeling she knew where this was going, and

meet, Ms. Lane. See you

e of unease settling in. What did Ja

he more she thought about it, the more her anxiety spiked. She needed to know what was

zzed again. This time, it was a text from an unk

sank. What was