Mr. Billionaire Puppet

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y the other incredible strippers we have.""No, we want Lizzie. Tell us where she is." The other wealthy man said.The atmosphere became tensed as the men grew more insistent, their frustration boiling over into a scene that threatened to overshadow Cox's celebration. Cox, annoyed, decided to take charge, "Listen, there are plenty of gorgeous women here. You're missing out. But if you're so fixated on Lizzie, I can give you her address. She's at Mr. Hills' penthouse."She scribbled an address on a piece of paper and handed it to them, “Handle this discreetly. We don't appreciate trouble here." The men exchanged glances before grinning triumphantly and leaving the club.“Fucking bozos!” She mumbled in annoyance.Meanwhile at Mr. Hill’s penthouse, Lizzie was dressed in a big white long sleeved shirt. Her hair was packed in a bun and she looked out the window of the penthouse with a cup of coffee in her hands, the skyline was beautiful at night. The sound of the door opening called her attention, when she turned back she found Mr. Hill staring directly at her. She turned back at the window and asked Mr. Hill, “Mr. Hill, what are your thoughts on marriage?” She took a sip of her coffee as she waited for Mr. Hill’s response.Mr. Hill, still in his work attire, raised an eyebrow. "Marriage, Lizzie? It's not really my cup of tea."Lizzie took another sip of her coffee, her gaze fixed on the city below. "But why, Mr. Hill? Don't you ever feel like having a partner, someone to share your life with?"Mr. Hill walked over to the window, leaning against the frame. "Lizzie, I've always found solace in my independence. Marriage just seems like unnecessary baggage."Lizzie looked thoughtful. "But what about companionship, someone to share your joys and sorrows?"Mr. Hill chuckled, "Lizzie, I value my freedom too much to be tied down."Lizzie tilted her hea