Chapter 15

Alexander stood there as if he hadn't heard a thing. Of course he knew. In the past three years, though he had never sought her out, news about Eleanor always found its way to him through gossip, interviews, social media, or careless conversations. He knew she had rocketed to fame from her very first film, that every project she touched was both a critical and commercial success, and that she had swept every major award in the industry. He had even asked his assistant, Barton Hale, to secretly buy her movie ticket stubs and collect every poster and piece of merchandise from her endorsements, all of which he kept hidden in the most private drawer of his study. He had simply never allowed himself to go near her. Alexander's gaze, sharp as a radar, cut through the crowd and locked onto the woman emerging from the regular passage under the escort of bodyguards and assistants. She looked even more stunning in person than in the posters. She wore a simple white blouse with jeans and a