Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe lingered at the entrance for a moment, hesitating. Just as she was about to step inside, a waiter came by, pushing a cart loaded with a fruit platter. Chloe noticed some paper and a pen on the cart, so she quickly tore off a sheet and scribbled a note. The waiter

looked a bit confused but assumed Chloe was a guest from room number 8.

"Are you a guest here, miss?" he asked.

Chloe, seizing the opportunity to get in, nodded quickly. "Yes, I am. Let me take this fruit cart. I'll bring it in myself."

Though he seemed a tad skeptical, the waiter didn't think too much of it and watched Chloe push the cart through the door before turning away.

As soon as the door swung open, the room buzzed with life. It was a spacious private room packed with people. Every corner was alive with activity-some playing mahjong, others belting out songs, and a few tossing dice and playing cards over by the sofas.

Chloe took it all in with a swift glance, recognizing several of the young elites from Eldridge City. Among them was a familiar face, Devon. Wasn't he Connor's childhood buddy? Chloe maneuvered the cart further inside, scanning for Connor, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, her eyes landed on her intended target.

them had companions draped over them, but one man sat alone, right in the center of the large sofa. His

the noticeable scar on his forehead. It was him-the guy those two

she couldn't

flip when she saw his face.

familiarity, like meeting someone you're sure you've seen before, even if it's the first time. Maybe it was his cold, steely demeanor that set

up in Devon's arms pouted, "Devon,

on, try to make him laugh. If you succeed, this Patek

The woman's eyes practically

as she eyed

Kash. But before she could settle down beside him, Kash, without even looking up from his phone, cast a chilly

"Leave."

to Devon's side with a pout. "He's so mean," she complained. Devon chuckled, gently