
“What secret will you uncover from me, Lizzie?” He leaned closer, and she felt the lines blur between professionalism and feelings.
She wanted to speak, to say something more, to come back with a sharp comment, but she was speechless, and he smiled in a wicked way, knowing well she wasn’t putting walls between them anymore.
He closed the gap between them, and he kissed her, lips hot and hungry for her. She shivered, and found his arm already holding her to him, keeping her close to him. She was breaking her codes, her lines, her limits. But for Ethan, she thought, perhaps breaking rules were worth everything.
A decade after high school humiliation by a heartthrob led Lizzie to distrust, she meets billionaire Ethan Snow, who seems to understand her completely. Their paths collide when she's hired to audit the company of the man who broke her heart, now seeking forgiveness.

“Okay, let's slice the beast," Lizzie said, tapping her stylus against the glass wall. “GreenPeak's data structure looks tidy on the surface—but we don't trust clean rooms until we've found the dirt they swept into corners." The Sentinel audit suite came alive. Dozens of files unfurled on vertical monitors, revenue streams glowing like veins. Chen whistled. “They've got real-time dashboards, color-coded transaction flags, and an API interface cleaner than my apartment." Priya raised an eyebrow. “And yet, something's off. This column right here—vendor payments—it's too linear. No seasonal bumps?" Mateo added, “Shipping manifests report identical tonnage for three months. Flat. That doesn't happen in logistics." Lizzie nodded. “Good. Build heat maps. Start with Q3 last year." Just then
