Chapter Sixty-one

Sitting a few paces from him in his mansion while they stared at each other, she was transported back to their first meeting. He'd offered her a ridiculous amount of money, twenty million. But after everything they'd been through, it didn't sound like that much money anymore. He'd already spent even more on her.

Back then, she'd been the one furious, accusing when she sat across from him, but now even as he sipped calmly from his champagne glass, she could tell he was judging her.

She fidgeted with her hands, looking away because his gaze was too strong on her. She wished he'd just say something, accuse or insult her even, anything other than just letting her thoughts prick her.

Anne was not given a choice to come here. She knew she was not ready to meet him, to defend herself yet, especially when she'd just put herself into a pickle. In fact, in a way she'd been kidnapped.

After she picked his call, he'd probably tracked her because a line of cars suddenly drove to her front. Ther