"Ronald?"
I stared out in disbelief—yup, it was him. He was walking in, looking like he just walked out of a fashion ad: black shirt, long gray coat, fancy watch on his wrist. The guy was basically a walking heartthrob. Cold, classy, untouchable.
And all I could think was—what the hell? He was supposed to be out of the country with his little side fling, not here.
Why is he off-script again?
The room downstairs instantly buzzed like someone just let loose a celebrity. People swarmed over to him, handing out business cards like candy, trying every trick in the book to get close.
Honestly, it looked like a fan convention—just instead of posters, they were throwing out networking attempts.
Dad and Olivia were grinning like fools, practically pushing people out of the way t
