Chloe stood by the front entrance of the house, watching as Starry made his way toward the car. The chauffeur held the door open, waiting for his boss to enter. Starry adjusted the cuffs of his suit, his expression as composed and self-assured as always. The conversation about going to see her mom had been won, but not entirely. If he was letting her go, then all she needed was some money. She didn't need to go in a convoy to see her mother. Whatever benefit her mom had been enjoying was from a certain philanthropist who had taken special interest in her and decided to make her life better, not some billionaire CEO who was in an arranged marriage with her only daughter who was still an undergrad, and also, just twenty years old.
Chloe knew that would never sit well with her mother. She d
