The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 73

Dominick, feeling out of sorts, leaned against the balcony railing of the 3302 presidential suite, letting the wind cool his frustration. When Julian's call came in, he picked up with a curt. "What?"

On the other end, Julian immediately noticed Dominick's tone. After a brief pause, Julian continued, "The doctor had just checked Marissa again. It's nothing serious. She's going to be alright."

"Alright." Dominick's voice was impatient and dismissive, matching the frustration in his expression. As if on cue, Paisley and Serena's laughter carried over from the neighboring open balcony window. Nathaniel's voice followed, mingling with the cheerful sounds and grating on Dominick's nerves. Dominick's eyes darkened, and he thought irritably, 'Nathaniel's in Paisley's room, huh? Laughing and chatting away like he's having the time of his life. Paisley, your daughter has a father. And yet, here you are, letting another man stay in your room, laughing like nothing's wrong.

On the other end of the line, Julian had no idea what Dominick was dealing with right now and brought up Marissa. "Dom, earlier today Marissa-"

But the noise from next door was getting under Dominick's skin, making it impossible for him to focus on Julian's words. Dominick immediately interrupted, "Anything else?"

Julian hesitated again. "No, that's it. Just don't forget about the opening gala tonight."

"Got it," Dominick replied. With that, he hung up abruptly, still visibly annoyed.

grating on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than

out by the collar, and warn Paisley to stop laughing

I have to go over

time, in the neighboring 3303 suite, Serena, wearing a princess dress, sat cheerfully in her little pink castle.

Hearing Serena's call, he actually walked over, awkwardly folding his tall frame and sitting beside

looked apologetic. "Rena, don't make things hard for

"I've defeated you, evil witch. You're not allowed to talk now." Nathaniel chimed in enthusiastically, "Yeah. You can't talk right

mouth shut, wondering just how long this prince- and-princess

about to question when her evil witch character could "revive", her phone rang. It was Emery. Seizing the opportunity, Paisley asked, "Princess Rena,

out to the balcony. The moment the call connected, Emery's commanding

couldn't help but feel exasperated, but she played along anyway. "Mm, you're my dearest

showed us to our room. Should