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

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

completely shut the door on her request, Brittany hurriedly expressed

face remained unchanged. As expected, anyone associated with Paisley is cut from the same cloth. That entire family is all the same

held little regard for Paisley, and even less for

while, but now that she's back.

Villa, Christina sat poised beside her daughter, a subtle gleam of

smile. "Mr. Hale said Mr. Vanderbilt was too busy right now to meet. But he promised to

back to me.

the surface. She had hoped for more. I

surrounded by others, with barely a moment alone with her, let alone

She had no other choice but to believe that "Mom, could we

"Misunderstood what?"

Mr. Vanderbilt has any

want to admit it might be a misunderstanding, but the doubts gnawed at her. If he was interested in me, why

she made the effort

was through Julian, his assistant. It felt like a constant roadblock- always one step removed from