Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe picked up the phone and called a friend.

A few minutes later, the manager of the underground casino at the nightclub got a mysterious phone call. Just as luck would have it, Rat walked back into the casino, where the air buzzed with the excitement of high-stakes gambling. The urge to join in was almost unbearable for him.

Despite knowing the chip counter wouldn't offer him more credit, Rat couldn't resist. He approached the manager, "Mr. Money, could you spot me another fifty thousand? I promise I'll pay you back, with interest."

To Rat's surprise, the manager, who had been rather chilly with him just thirty minutes earlier, was now all smiles. "You're one of our VIPs. Take as many chips as you want. Don't worry about the money. Just have a great time."

Rat was thrilled and didn't stop to question Mr. Money's sudden change in demeanor. All he could think about was getting back to the tables. "So, can I get credit for five hundred thousand then?"

course! Even five million is on the table

whispering, "Boss, he's already six million in the hole. Why give him more credit? He'll never pay it back." Mr. Money, short and round, his suit straining against his bulk, chuckled with the air of a jolly Buddha,

twenty minutes, Ricky had gone back to the counter twice, first

stepped out of Night

leaving the conference

always kept on his desk. The first time Chloe saw it, she was intrigued and asked if it was his daughter. Connor had been amused, almost annoyed. Over time, she asked again, and he would always give her

brow furrowed in confusion. Connor found her puzzlement endearing. He walked over, dropped his paperwork on the desk, and casually perched on its edge.

was old,

worn The little