ian Sterling's office without knocking. Julian stood by the window, the crumpled ho

Chloe Prescott. She posted this an hour ago. Looking f

ion of that night was still vivid in his mind-two hundred dollars, a three-star rating. That wom

of his lips. "She wants to buy a husband. Let

er from all legitimate companies before

to understand that she's trapped herself. Prepare a new identity. Julian Sterling isn't suited for this. Portray me as a mid-level wealth manager bankrupt from a divorce. From a prestigious background, ruined b

"Sir, if thing

and firm. "She played a game with

ady cold. The first applicant had stared at her chest for ten minutes. The second applicant had asked

urge to scream. Considering the travel time and the time needed to get the certificate, if she c

the coffee

ent a man might wear when his fortunes have faded. There were no designer labels, and no trace of wealth. Yet, his unhurried, composed demeanor made

is shadow fell o

as a winter sky. A memory surfaced in her mind, a ghost she couldn't grasp. But the drugs had almost compl

His gaze was fixed on her, a meaningful smile p

re looking fo