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

all too well the kind of game Brittany was

her request, Brittany hurriedly expressed

look of scom on Julian's face remained unchanged. As expected, anyone associated with Paisley is cut from the same cloth. That entire family

for Paisley, and even less for the Sullivan

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

of Sullivan Villa, Christina sat poised beside her daughter, a subtle gleam of expectation in her eyes. "So? Did

behind a tight smile. "Mr. Hale said Mr. Vanderbilt was

back to me.

voice faltered just a bit, revealing the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She had hoped for more. I need

times, he'd been surrounded by others, with barely a moment alone with her, let alone the chance for a meaningful conversation.

chest. She had no other

"Misunderstood what?"

has any

be a misunderstanding, but the doubts gnawed at her. If he

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

it was through Julian, his assistant.