POV : Fiona
My heart completely stopped.
I stared at the man sitting in the chair next to me. Maxwell looked incredibly smug, wearing a sharp black suit and a dark smile.
Two million dollars. My mind spun in absolute panic. How did he have two million dollars? The news reports said he had lost almost everything when his grandfather froze his assets. His new consulting firm was barely making rent in New York. Had he just spent every single penny he had left in the world on this charity project?
Just to force his way back into my life?
"Mr. Jordan?" Mr. Weber, the lead German delegate, broke the heavy silence. His face lit up with a huge, delighted smile. "You are the anonymous donor? This is wonderful news! The Jordan name is legendary in the business world."
"Thank you, Mr. Weber,
