The Billionaire's Secret Son.

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hining at a warm city of New York, I made my way to my

the cab that usually took me to my shop every morning, I

me hurried up for their different needs. I stood behind

ronize my shop. I looked at it in curiosity to know who this Billionaire is. The

ashionable passersby. He adjusted his tailored suit jacket, his good looking wri

filled with the soft murmur of conversations from p

on display, it surprised him as he went through the decorated room,

and asked who the gallery shop owner is. It's like he kn

you asked? Do you want to b

a Bennett;

curls and a determined expression, d

nning abstract painting ga

t enthusiasts again, but I couldn't tear my looks away from him, I was captivated by

a spark of recognition in my eyes is amazing. I approached him w

find something, s

like thousand times b

eak with you, Miss. Benne

y heart beat stopped a moment a

welcome s

g, the billionai

o my humble gallery

he hold it tight in his, it was lik

ennett. Your talent is undeniable. I believe w

ace filled with a mixture

nd of business, Mr.

d impassive as he launc

gallery is facing some financial difficulties, and I would like to o

ing for any hint of decepti

ent are you suggesting,

htly, his voice l

t where we would pretend to be in a relationship for a specified period of time. In retu

g's reputation as a powerful figure in the business world, but I never expected him to offer such a

licker of something deeper th

plation, I took a step ba

te an unconventional offer. What guarantee do I

as I replied w

. I am a man of my word, I'm a man with integrity

gallery would be saved, and I would gain a part

igue, of hope that this arrangement could be the solution to my pro

t your proposal, Mr. Sterling. T

s expression unrea

ing for your decision. I believe that this arrangement coul

sibilities. As I disappeared into the crowd, Oliver watched me with a mix of intrigue, k

actual partnership to blossom one that

nd the secrets that would definitely be in our