A Dollar Tip For The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 4

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al lobby of The Astor Grand, th

doors and every ground-level exit. The electronic locks hissed and set. Several Wall Street exec

rity sweep," Colin announced, his tone flat and unyi

iece, speaking in a low, clipped cadence to his dispatch. "Focus on service corridors and dro

ehind the front desk partitions. Alicia emerged at a mea

covered. Outside the glass entrance, however, a yellow taxi had just pulled up, its tailpipe puffing white vapor

ready checking credentials. Walking

ne face-down against her ear, and let a f

so long?" Her voice rang out brigh

ng straight for the side door where a guard was moment

n stepping in. The businessman paused on the threshold, blinking in confusi

lock the guard's line of sight, and slipped through

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lready clicked into lockdown, forcing the lead officer to fumbl

d open the cab's rear door, and slid onto th

ing a piece of gum. "Hey, lady,

the door shut with a solid thud. "Unless y

men in dark suits charging down the granite st

ross the frosted driveway, fishtailing into the morning tra

nd exhaust. He keyed his mic immediately. "Sir. Sh

mie had taken the private lift down, tossing his overcoat into the pa

he wheel, cutting into the morn

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A Dollar Tip For The Ruthless Billionaire

JANICE KELLEY Billionaires

“I was the legitimate daughter of the Gray family, surviving by acting like a timid, freckled outcast to appease my stepmother and my fiancé, Victor Sinclair. But at the charity gala, the two people I was supposed to trust the most drugged my champagne. They paid thugs to ruin my innocence, all just to steal my late mother's trust fund. Cornered on the sixty-eighth floor, I had no choice but to leap across the freezing balcony. I crashed into a neighboring penthouse, accidentally falling into the arms of Jeremie Stafford, the ruthless billionaire ruler of Wall Street. Driven out of my mind by the drug, I dragged the most dangerous man in New York into bed. When I woke up, my body was aching, and the blood on the sheets mocked my tragic fate. Returning home in my ugly disguise, my fiancé grabbed my bruised arm and looked at me with pure disgust. He cursed me for disappearing, threatening to ruin me, all while secretly laundering my family's assets with my stepmother. I didn't understand how they could be so vicious, treating me like absolute garbage while leeching off my mother's legacy. But they didn't know I wasn't the helpless idiot they thought I was. I had just left the furious billionaire a mocking one-dollar tip, fried his entire hotel server in seconds, and silently copied the evidence of Victor's crimes. "Jump while you still can, Victor. Your funeral is in two days."”