Chapter 230 Billionaire's Break Toy Ch7

• It starts with the drive.Not the real one — not the one tucked under her floorboards, sealed tight behind six passcodes and a backup in the cloud he’ll never hack.
• No — this is the bait.A copy. One clip — raw, shaky, the skyline glittering behind the wide spread of her thighs while he fucks her face down on his glass desk like she’s worth less than the view.
• She leaves it for him on purpose. A flash drive tucked inside a neat white envelope with his name on it — scrawled in her perfect looped hand, left dead center on his polished desk before she slips out for the night.