The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Julian had just stepped out of Dominick's office when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and frowned, his expression tightening with barely concealed disgust. The ringtone continued to echo in the hallway, the sound grating on his nerves. After what felt like an eternity, he finally picked up. smooth and friendly like always, a stark contrast to the contempt in his eyes. "Ms. Sullivan, how can I help you?"

his tone

Brittany's voice, overly sweet and dripping with affected charm, floated through the line.

"Mr. Hale, hello, I wanted to thank Mr. Vanderbilt for securing the lead role for me in the film.

"He's been such a huge help, and I'd love to show my gratitude by treating him to a meal. Could you pass that along!"

Julian's eyebrows furrowed, a mix of irritation and something darker flaring in his chest. He had known she'd pull something like this. "Sorry. I'm afraid Mr. Vanderbilt has been quite busy recently, Ms. Sullivan, he replied, keeping his voice neutral, though the disapproval wa There was a brief silence on the other end, Brittany clearly disappointed but unwilling to let go. "When will Mr. Vanderbilt be free? I'm flexible anytime works for me"

Realizing she might have sounded too eager. Brittany quickly backtracked. "Not just me. Mr. Hale. My whole family-

we all want to thank Mr. Vanderbilt for his generosity

kind of game Brittany was playing "Understood. Ms. Sullivan. Il pass your message along. If Mr. Vanderbilt finds the time, I will contact you Hearing

request, Brittany

anyone associated with Paisley is cut from the same cloth. That entire family is all the same he thought

less for the

a while, but now that she's back. I believe her family has reconnected

beside her daughter, a

hid it behind a tight smile. "Mr. Hale said Mr. Vanderbilt was too busy right now to meet. But he promised

back to me.

the surface. She had hoped

reality was, over the past few months, she had only seen Dominick twice. Once at a charity gala, the other at a party. Both times, he'd been surrounded by others, with barely a moment alone with her, let alone the

chest. She had no other choice but

"Misunderstood what?"

Vanderbilt has any

misunderstanding, but the doubts gnawed at her. If he was interested in me, why hasn't he made a mover Why hasn't he called, asked

months, hoping he'd reach out, but the phone never rang. Every time she made the effort to ask for a

with him, it was through Julian, his assistant. It felt like