Dwyn couldn’t wait. The moment we stepped away, he blurted, “Mia… do you know about my...”
“I know.” I cut him off before he could finish.
There were still two cameramen behind us. His secret couldn’t be said out loud.
Dwyn’s eyes lit up, voice full of surprise and eagerness. “Then… can you help me?”
I nodded. Honest and direct.
“I can. But I want ten million.”
I really did need money right now.
And with Dwyn’s net worth, that amount was pocket change.
“If you can help me, ten million is nothing!” Dwyn agreed without hesitation.
I understood why.
He’d already spent far more than that trying to fix his taste, and to him, losing taste wasn’t just “inconvenient.”
It made him feel… disabled in his own eyes.
He wanted it cured more than anyone.
“Deal,” I said. “But it has to wait u
