Chapter 26 Billionaire's Scandal

• The jet screeched down just as the sun peeked up. Elena hopped out, her boots smacking the metal stairs loud enough to wake the dead. Wind yanked at her auburn hair, and she shoved her sunglasses back, squinting at the city sprawled out like a tired old friend. Same steel towers, same glassy glare. Five years gone, and it barely blinked. She’d changed, though—toughened up. Gerald’s call had yanked her back from the States, his voice all gravelly and bossy, dangling power like a carrot. She’d said yeah, sure. Not for him. For her.
• Gerald was waiting by this slick black car in the hangar, silver hair glowing like he’d polished it. Hands stuffed behind his back, he stared her down as she strolled up. No grin. Guy only smiled when he was winning.
• “Elena,” he said, like he was reading her name off a list.