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Chapter 4 Four

Word Count: 1150    |    Released on: 30/04/2025

with a neutral tone. "You don't need to, James will take care of everything," he said, his calm demeanour only heightening my anxiety. What was it about him that made his calm demeanour so

alytics. Shane's net worth was 20 times that of my father's. I couldn't believe how much money he had. It was wild to think he made it all happen at such a young age. He looked like he was in his late twenties, with a chiselled face and a kind of confidence that only comes from being successful. And now, my life was about to get tied up with his. "Stop staring at me," Shane said abruptly, his eyes still fixed on his tablet. A flush of embarrassment washed over me. I hadn't even realized I'd been staring. Caught off guard, I quickly averted my gaze, turning to face the window, and struggling to compose myself. It seemed he was doing this whole thing for the media. The contract did mention it. It also indicated that I would be staying at his place in Toronto, which I was completely fine with as long as we stayed in separate rooms. My mind railed with so many questions, soon I couldn't keep them to myself anymore. "Where are we going?" I asked, turning to face him, but he ignored me, his eyes remaining fixed on his tablet. It was as if I hadn't spoken at all. I felt my face burn with embarrassment as the driver's gaze met mine in the rearview mirror. His neutral expression only made me feel more uncomfortable. I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole. The unbearable silence in the car was, making every second feel like an eternity. The only sound was the soft hum of the engine, a constant reminder of the awkwardness that hung in the air. I let out a frustrated sigh, my fingers drumming restlessly on my thighs. The silence was suddenly broken by the shrill ring of Shane's phone, piercing the tense atmosphere. He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly before putting on his AirPods. His movements were deliberate as he answered the call, his voice firm but controlled. "Report," he said curtly, his voice low. Did I forget to add how soothing his voice was? A pause then his eyes narrowed, "Good" his voice had a

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