Back at Hilton Group, Lucas wore a faint smile. The office buzzed—equal parts disbelief and outright panic.
Could they actually live long enough to see the CEO smile?
Alex shoved him into the office and tried, cautiously, "Boss… did it work?"
"Credit my foolish uncle," Lucas said. "If not for him, the little white rabbit wouldn't have walked right into the cage so fast."
He thumbed through the documents, studying them.
"Boss — are you serious about her? You barely know her. What if she's after your money…" Alex warned.
"She didn't even blink when I said one hundred million," Lucas cut in. "Do you know what that means?"
Alex shook his head.
"She's more than a designer. She's Luna — worth well over a hundred million. The profile you pulled earlier didn't show Luna at all."
"I don't follow." Alex, who'd worked beside Lucas for years, felt suddenly lost.
"The initial intel had no 'Luna' identity, right?" Lucas asked.
"Right."
