The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Let's head to the office."

Willard pushed open the door to the office, only to find a man sitting on the couch, wearing a silver mask that concealed his face, his eyes cold and menacing. A chill ran down Willard's spine for no apparent reason.

Why did he get the feeling that Elijah's new executive seemed to have a bone to pick with him?

"Mr. Willard."

The man extended his hand: "Pleasure, I'm Caspian."

"Caspian."

Willard shook his hand. "Mr. Ulbricht sent you over, is there an issue with our collaboration?"

Caspian withdrew his hand, catching a faint scent on Willard that he recognized.

It was Brittany's favorite perfume.

He pinched his fingertips, a flash of anger quickly passing through his eyes, though his face remained as calm as still water.

"Mr. Ulbricht's message was to accelerate our partnership."

Willard nodded. "Alright, let's move this discussion to the conference room."

After talking for over three hours and signing the contract, Willard invited him for dinner.

shook his head: "Mr. Willard, I've got

a set of black attire suitable for the night,

accident, Brittany had completely moved out of

year, all the furniture covered in dust sheets, yet still unable to

door, half-expecting Brittany to jump into his arms, sharing whispers

she wouldn't be

spent the night in Bay Community and early the next morning,

"Why are you here?"

to find

a tracksuit, likely just back from

"Just passing by."

was off.

Community wasn't a place just

"What's your name?"

"Caspian."

your

with an unusually

further:

grabbed Brittany: "Ms. Lynette, have

defensively: "How do you

Lynette, Willard is a businessman, no

the more he wanted to end everything quickly. He moved closer, his breath trembling slightly: "So, Ms.

"Caspian, you're too close-"