Chapter 361

Inside the dimly lit black Maybach, the air was tense. William Turner slid into the driver’s seat and glanced sideways at the woman beside him. “Chloe Grace, how many times are you trying to impress me? This morning Marcus was your boy toy, and now suddenly he's your personal butler? And a 'brother'? What a lovely performance. Oh, and by the way—I never agreed to invest.” Chloe fastened her seatbelt with a lazy motion. “Then you should go tell your mom. Say Marcus is someone I’m keeping as a pretty boy, that we’re hooking up or whatever. I dare you. The minute you do, she’ll probably set you up on ten more blind dates. Honestly, I’m doing you a favor, Will. If you can’t say thank you, then maybe shut it instead of blaming me.” William let out a short laugh, clearly unconvinced. He was about to turn away and start the car when his gaze got caught—her skin was flawless and smooth, almost too perfect, and those black curls spilling over her pale neck were... distracting. William wasn’t a