Ever since that bike ride down the tree-lined path, Shirley Thorne had a feeling that things were about to get messy.
After all, her skills were top-notch; she had managed to clear Ethan Grant's "wife-killer" reputation in such a short amount of time!
Now that the richest man in the world had a good name, could he ever be *just* the richest man?
He was a walking Lamborghini, a mobile gold reserve, a money tree that could talk. Anyone with a shred of ambition would want to climb all over him and carve out a piece for themselves.
Shirley Thorne suddenly understood why Ethan Grant had wanted her to just stay home and be a pretty face. Right now, she wanted to do the same to him—lock the "unchaste" billionaire up in Grant Tower and forbid him from going out and exuding those money-scented pheromones.
'A man like him, what's he doing showing his face in public? He's just tempting people!'
