His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 587

From the mansion window, Eliza could spot a few shady-looking folks milling about. With her smartphone in hand, she peered out for a bit before heading back to the living room, pulling the curtains closed with a decisive yank.

Once online, she dove into searching for intel on Kaleb and Minna. The Christianson family wielded immense power in Country H-not quite presidential, but pretty darn close. Getting tangled up with such a powerful clan was like stepping into quicksand. Country H's internet was buzzing with gossip about Minna, especially her love life. Rumors flew about her being a lesbian, allegedly having flings with countless female celebrities. Others claimed she swung both ways, with a string of male stars under her wing. Lesbian? Bisexual? Either way, it was clear Minna didn't fit the traditional mold.

Men like Casper, with that magnetic charm, drew in straight women and gay men like a moth to a flame. But for someone like Minna, who had a more intricate taste, the pull wasn't as strong. So, why would she keep Casper under wraps?

Raised as the sole heir in such a family, she definitely wasn't the type to let love cloud her judgment. So, the online chatter about marriage alliances was probably hogwash.

The most plausible theory? Casper had some value to Minna and her family. The Christiansons were a greedy bunch, stopping at nothing to get what they wanted.

Eliza wasn't sure if her theory held water, but she was sure of one thing: the Christiansons planned to squeeze every last drop of usefulness from Casper. And then what? Bump him off?

spine. If that were true, Casper knew his worth and was playing along for now.

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me, we could make our business empire even bigger," Minna said, her chin held high, her gaze confident. "Why let love get in the way of

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on her coffee. What rubbish about being a romantic fool.