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Hiding My Brilliance From The Obsessive Heir

Shi Yue

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Kinsley worked a grueling, low-paying job at a mediocre ad agency just to pay off her late father's crushing medical debts. But her quiet survival shattered when billionaire heir Julian Montgomery unexpectedly walked into a corporate dinner. Three years ago, they had a past, and he still believed she was a cheap gold digger who played him for a quick payout. Now, he cornered her. He used his immense power to force her into a direct liaison role for his company's new campaign, trapping her under his absolute control. Her colleagues immediately turned on her. Her boss mocked her "blue-collar" background, and jealous coworkers spread vicious rumors that she was offering "special services" to the billionaire. Kinsley swallowed the humiliation, terrified Julian would discover the real reason she abandoned her lucrative Wall Street future to sit by her dying father's hospital bed. She didn't understand why he was relentlessly tormenting her now. Was her trauma just a puzzle for a bored billionaire to solve for entertainment? Pushed to the absolute breaking point by her colleagues' relentless bullying, Kinsley finally slapped a heavy parchment document onto the conference table. "I speak the language of Wall Street fluently." As her bullies stared in pale horror at her summa cum laude Finance degree from Wharton, Julian received the background report across the city. His "gold digger" illusion was completely shattered, igniting a dark, dangerous obsession to uncover her every secret.

Hiding My Brilliance From The Obsessive Heir Chapter 1

The air inside the private dining room of Le Bernardin was thick with the smell of butter, expensive truffles, and suffocating corporate desperation.

Kinsley Banks slid further down into the plush leather of the corner booth. She carefully adjusted her posture, aligning her body so the massive, sprawling floral arrangement of white orchids in the center of the table completely blocked her from Edmon Justice's line of sight.

Her feet throbbed inside her cheap black pumps. She just wanted to go home.

Edmon, the agency director, stood up at the head of the long mahogany table. He clinked his heavy silver fork against his crystal wine glass. The sharp, ringing sound cut through the low murmur of the exhausted creative team.

"To a quarter of... survival," Edmon announced, his face flushed red from too much Pinot Noir. He demanded they all raise their glasses to toast their aggressively mediocre quarterly metrics.

Kinsley forced the corners of her mouth upward into a stiff, polite smile. She lifted her glass of sparkling water. The condensation chilled her fingertips. She silently calculated how the exorbitant cost of this single dinner could have paid off another month of her late father's crushing medical debts. The thought made her stomach twist in a painful knot, but she swallowed the bitterness down. She silently calculated the exact number of minutes she had to endure before she could slip out the back door and catch the downtown subway.

Across the table, Amy Thorne leaned forward, her plunging neckline strategically displayed.

"Well, my father was just saying to the VP of Hudson Real Estate that our agency is perfectly positioned for their new campaign," Amy boasted loudly. She sucked the remaining oxygen out of the room with her relentless self-promotion.

Ellen Price, sitting to Kinsley's left, shot Kinsley a look of pure exhaustion. Ellen subtly rolled her eyes, taking a long, slow sip of her wine to drown out Amy's voice.

Before Amy could finish bragging about her father's country club connections, the heavy mahogany double doors of the private room swung open. The sudden movement sucked the warm air out into the hallway.

The restaurant manager stepped inside. His posture was rigid, apologetic but visibly sweating. He cleared his throat loudly, interrupting Amy mid-sentence.

"My deepest apologies, Mr. Justice," the manager said, his voice tight. "We have an unexpected VIP addition to the adjacent space."

Edmon frowned. The veins in his neck bulged with sudden annoyance. He parted his lips, drawing in a breath to loudly scold the manager for breaching their expensive privacy.

Then, a tall figure stepped out from the shadows of the hallway and into the warm, amber light of the private room.

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Julian Montgomery stood there. He wore a tailored charcoal suit that cost more than Kinsley's annual salary. His broad shoulders blocked the doorway. His sharp jawline was set in stone.

Kinsley's stomach dropped into an icy abyss. All the blood drained from her face. Her fingers clamped down on her water glass so hard her knuckles turned a stark, bone white.

Edmon choked on his own breath. The angry red flush on his face instantly drained, replaced by a pale, frantic sycophancy. He recognized the billionaire heir of the Montgomery empire immediately.

Julian didn't look at Edmon. His cold, calculating eyes scanned the room. His gaze swept past the eager, terrified faces of the agency staff. The visual sweep was predatory, precise.

Then, his dark eyes locked directly onto Kinsley hiding behind the orchids.

Kinsley immediately dropped her chin. She stared intently at the crisp white tablecloth, severing the visual connection. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, the heavy thuds echoing in her ears. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper.

Edmon kicked his chair back. The wood scraped loudly against the floor. He rushed toward the entrance, his forehead glistening with sweat. He nearly tripped over a waiter to extend a trembling hand toward Julian.

"Mr. Montgomery! What an absolute honor," Edmon practically panted.

Julian ignored the outstretched hand. He smoothly unbuttoned the top button of his suit jacket with one hand. He stepped further into their private space. He didn't ask for an invitation.

Under the table, Amy hastily pulled a tube of lip gloss from her designer clutch. She applied a fresh coat, smacked her lips, and adjusted her neckline lower before leaning forward to catch his eye.

"Good evening," Julian offered a clipped, polite greeting to the room at large. His deep, gravelly voice sent an involuntary shiver straight down Kinsley's spine.

Edmon frantically gestured toward the empty seat at the head of the table, right next to his own. "Please, join us. Grace our humble dinner."

Julian casually waved off the head seat. His sharp gaze swept over the terrified faces of the staff once more, before narrowing on a sliver of dark hair visible through the gaps of the massive white orchids. He knew exactly where she was hiding. He walked down the length of the table. The heavy click of his leather shoes sounded like a countdown.

He stopped directly across from Kinsley. He pulled out the empty chair and sat down.

A collective, silent gasp rippled through the agency staff.

Kinsley shifted uncomfortably. The leather seat suddenly felt like a bed of nails. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, a defensive shield. Julian's expensive cedarwood and bergamot cologne drifted across the table, invading her personal space, suffocating her.

Ellen noticed Kinsley's sudden, rigid posture. She leaned in close. "Are you okay?" Ellen whispered.

Kinsley shook her head sharply, her eyes still glued to the table.

Julian raised a single finger, signaling a waiter. "Scotch. Neat," he ordered. His eyes never left the top of Kinsley's lowered head. He was silently demanding her to look up.

Amy, desperate for a sliver of his attention, leaned across the table. "Mr. Montgomery! I was just reading about your recent acquisition in Silicon Valley. Brilliant move."

Julian didn't look at Amy. "Thanks," he gave a dismissive, one-word answer. He kept his focus entirely on the quiet woman sitting across from him. The awkward tension in the room thickened into concrete.

Edmon, sweating profusely, attempted to salvage the mood. He started introducing his team, pointing around the table. He pointed directly at Kinsley.

"And this is our junior creative, Kinsley... uh, Bankes," Edmon butchered the pronunciation of her last name.

Kinsley had no choice. She was forced to look up.

Her cold, guarded eyes finally met Julian's intense, searching stare across the narrow expanse of the table.

Julian tilted his head slightly. A faint, almost mocking smirk played on his lips. He looked at her with a new, calculating intensity, as if reassessing an asset he hadn't seen in years.

Julian tilted his head slightly. A faint, almost mocking smirk played on his lips. "Banks," Julian corrected smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. The correct name left his lips before he could think-a reflex, a remnant. He hadn't said her name aloud in three years, yet it still fit too easily in his mouth, like a word he'd been silently rehearsing without permission. He looked at her with a new, calculating intensity, as if reassessing an asset he hadn't seen in years.

Kinsley maintained a mask of absolute professional indifference. She nodded curtly at him. She didn't utter a single syllable.

Julian leaned forward. He rested his thick forearms on the table. The subtle invasion of physical space signaled a predator cornering his prey.

Under the table, Kinsley's hands shook. She discreetly slid her phone from her purse, her thumb flying across the screen. She typed a fake emergency text to her own number, desperate to manufacture any excuse to flee this room before she stopped breathing entirely.