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

Group, Caspian took off his mask, changed into a set of black attire suitable for the night, and

completely moved out of the villa they once

villa had been vacant for half a year, all the furniture covered in dust sheets, yet still unable to hide the marks of

open the master bedroom door, half-expecting Brittany to jump into his arms, sharing whispers

she wouldn't be appearing anytime

Community and early the next morning, just as he closed

"Why are you here?"

to

from a morning run, her breathing

"Just passing by."

something was off.

a place just anyone could

"What's your name?"

"Caspian."

your

with an

further: "Then I'll be

Caspian grabbed Brittany: "Ms. Lynette, have you been

frowned defensively: "How do

is a businessman, no matter how much he

trembling slightly: "So, Ms. Lynette, better cut ties with him soon." Brittany's

"Caspian, you're too close-"