Chapter 71 Billionaire's Lies

• Clara sat in the back of the taxi, replaying all the moments from her meeting with Benedict. The sharp, commanding way he carried himself; his very focus on his company and, for one brief flicker of an instant, a subtle sign of emotion when the name Sabrina was broached across his face seemed to set Clara going.
• Benedict was not the man she had once known in college, that carefree young man with a reputation for being charming and easygoing. No, this Benedict was different. Harder, more guarded, but somehow more compelling. There was something about him now-an intensity in his eyes, a quiet desperation-that piqued her curiosity. And his response when she pressed him about Sabrina. it had been telling.
• She hadn't been expecting him to be so dismissive of his past, especially when it came to Sabrina, the woman he had once been so intertwined with. But perhaps that was the difference now-he wasn't the man who wore his heart on his sleeve. Benedict had clearly changed, hardened by his experiences. The company's collapse, his divorce, the struggle to rebuild everything made him someone more formidable but also more vulnerable in ways he never let anyone see.