Allyson's POV
"Right this way," Marla said with practiced elegance, guiding us down a cobblestone pathway bordered by vibrant tropical blooms and towering palms.
Walking through the resort felt like entering a different world. Every employee we encountered offered Michael a respectful nod or greeting that went beyond mere politeness. The deference in their voices, the way they straightened when they saw him—it painted a picture I was still trying to process. He commanded respect here in ways that made my chest tighten with awareness.
We paused beside a collection of stunning private villas, each boasting infinity pools that appeared to merge seamlessly with the crystal-clear ocean beyond.
The words tumbled out before I could filter them. "Exactly how wealthy are you?" I spun toward Michael, unable to mask my amazement. "Miami was impressive, Vegas was extravagant, the yacht was beyond anything I could imagine, and now this paradise?"
