Just One Year With Mr. Billionaire
Montenegro continued, “I have a daughter, Isabella. She’s twenty-five, and graduated from Stanford Business School. Very intelligent, very beautiful. Perhaps you’d like to meet her?”
Eden’s expression remained polite, but internally he felt a flash of irritation. “I’m married, Mr. Montenegro.”
“Ah yes, but your wife is not here, no?” Montenegro waved his hand dismissively. “And I hear American marriages are very… flexible.”
Before Eden could respond, another man joined their circle. This one was younger, perhaps in his fifties, with sharp eyes and an expensive suit.
“Eduardo Santoro,” the man introduced himself. “Santoro Industries. I’ve been following your work in New York, Mr. Cross. Very
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