Hiding The Ruthless Billionaire's Genius Heir

chaos of the Empire Hotel's

ons manager, she moved with an efficient grace, directin

ng as she placated a furious Wall Street executive whose flight had been canceled.

practiced, and it worked. Th

reen mounted above the reception desk. It was tuned to a financi

ger Solidified by

ston Carlisle and Chelsey Burke. They were anno

ter, curled into a fist, her nails digging into her palm. The familiar, sicken

the nausea down. She turned and walked

phone. The lock screen was a picture of a little boy with a gap-tooth

ness in her eyes melted away, rep

boy was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. A modified Alienwar

fingers flying across the keyboard with a speed that would have shamed a pro

ty gossip forum. He was digging. He was hunting for the t

anonymous posts about Colette Orr

a simple script, a digital bomb, and with a single keystrok

st venomous posts. It wasn't hard. The digital trail led hi

oison. Leo's eyes, usually so bright and full of mischief, turned cold. He looked l

ire Hotel. He found the security manifest a

d the names. He

, CEO, Heathcli

into Google. The first image was a black and white photo of a man wi

llipop stick drop

ay to the full-length mirror. He stared at his own r

et of his jaw. The same way his lips presse

cked into place with an audible snap. It w

ial recognition program he'd bookmarked. He uploaded a r

g its way across. Leo chewed on the plastic l

echoed from

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hant sparkle. He pumped a small fist in the a

unched himself into her arms. She buried her face in his soft hair, inhaling the comforting, milky

s mac and cheese, his expression a

a big, fancy party happening

orced a smile, a brittle thing. "It's just w

her eyes before she hid it away. He n

promise. The people who hurt

e had fallen into a troubled sleep

screen illuminating his determined face. He put o

ternal security networ

ack door no one knew existed. He slipp

ckend system o

of the wedding reception, a slow, cu