Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Connor chimed in, "It's my eldest sister. She's here too and spotted us when we parked."

Chloe took a sip of her soup. "So, what's she want with you?"

Connor replied, "I'll head over to her private dining room for a bit; you keep enjoying your meal."

Chloe set her spoon down. "I'll tag along."

Connor gave Chloe's shoulder a reassuring pat. "No need, just keep eating. I'll be back before you know it."

"Don't sweat it. This is my turf; she can't pull anything here."

Connor's eyes steeled with determination. "Plus, I'm not making the same mistake twice."

Chloe had faith in Connor. After all, Jeffery had just given Claire a stern punishment yesterday. Surely, she wouldn't stir up any trouble now.

rode the elevator up to private dining room number 8. Inside,

something you

figure in the doorway, started, "Little brother, your Pure White is thriving, almost on par with The Garden now. It's such a shame Amelia,

icy. "Amelia's watching from above, and she'll see what happens to the

I sent people in first to save her from that fire, but alas, fate had other plans. You can't pin

had been the

proof. That was Claire's cunning. Over the years, she'd committed countless misdeeds and even had a few lives on her conscience. But she always slipped through the cracks, leaving no evidence behind. She was wildly unpredictable, yet remarkably clear-headed when it suited

dwell on it, so he asked, "Big sis, did you really call me

poured herself a glass of wine. "Of course

had figured Claire

for him.

Barrett for Chloe or Diana's life, which showed he mattered

demanded, her tone

for me?" Connor