Chapter 232 Billionaire's Break Toy Ch9

• He tries to claw it back the next day.He sends the flowers — the black car, the hush hush hush of big money pretending this was just another contract, another girl who got too hungry for her own leash.
• He doesn’t come down to her tiny glass desk. He stays in his tower office, calls her up like nothing’s changed, like the faint bruises on her wrists aren’t marks of who’s really holding the chain now.
• When she walks in, he’s behind his desk — the skyline wide behind him, his polished empire spread under his palms like he can still bend it back into place if he just bites her soft enough.