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.

Willard, I've got other commitments. I must

changed into a set of black attire suitable for the

accident, Brittany had completely moved

vacant for half a year, all the furniture covered in dust sheets,

door, half-expecting Brittany to jump

be

night in Bay Community and early the next morning, just as

"Why are you here?"

to find

from

"Just passing by."

was

a place just anyone could

"What's your name?"

"Caspian."

you find your wife

looked at Brittany with an

further:

thinking, Caspian grabbed Brittany: "Ms. Lynette, have you been in contact with

frowned defensively: "How do you

is a businessman, no matter how much he likes

moved closer, his breath trembling slightly: "So, Ms. Lynette, better cut

"Caspian, you're too close-"