Chapter 345 Billionaire's Lies

• Nathaniel Harper sat on the edge of his bed, with his feet bare, elbows on his knees. His penthouse was still, dark, and abnormally chilly. The curtains were half closed, admitting the soft blue twilight from the skyline, but he no longer saw the view. Not since Eliana.
• The business conference had concluded. The world had applauded, toasted, and networked. Everyone had left with deals and contacts.
• But not him.