Reports!
Author: Llamanel
last update2023-11-13 00:06:41

Back in town, Chris went to the office awaiting the reports from Richard who had begun the work on the construction site.

He was still in a little daze haven found that Liana now did runs and escorts for a living was somewhat disturbing to him.

Being ruthless now didn't make him evil to see the woman whom he once loved.

He was disturbed on his private jet back to New York so much so that he didn't let out a word.

If he had wanted to he would have slept with her to rub it into Richard he had gotten back with the woman who had hurt him terribly when he needed her.

But he held himself, besides his company and work were more important than a few minutes of pleasure.

Since he came back he had gone to his father's company just to check how things were going and it had been a week so he had not heard from Richard yet.

He had wanted him to make the call, yes he had given Richard the work but there was something grave in store for him.

Having to see the kind of transactions he had ma
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