(IVY POV)I stood there, feeling like I’d been dropped into a scene from a movie I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a part of. The Boss’s estate was even more intimidating in person than I had imagined. Everything about the place screamed power and wealth.The old barrister we met, with his polished demeanor and calm voice, spoke up, snapping me back to reality. "Miss Joan Walters," he introduced me, as if that was really my name, as if I belonged here. "This is the young lady I mentioned, Adrian. She's… a distant relative."I shifted uneasily, trying not to meet the eyes of the man standing next to us in a towel, Caleb’s boss. Adrian Blackwood. He turned to face me, and I felt like I’d been caught in a spotlight. He was really tall, his presence commanding the room in a way that made me feel even smaller than I already did. His eyes sharp, dark, and unsettling seemed to strip away any pretense, leaving me exposed, his chest was hairy.."Joan Walters, you say?" His voice was smooth bu
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