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Paul waved over the manager of the Lakeside Villas development.
“This gentleman here,” he said, motioning toward Luciano, “has taken a liking to the entire neighborhood and says he wants to buy all of the villas. Please assist him with the payment process.”
The manager nodded professionally. “This way, sir.”
Luciano flinched. “Wait–just because you say so, I’m supposed to pull out my card? How do I know you two aren’t setting me up with some fake sales stunt? I’m not buying anything. I’m not that easy to fool!”
Paul shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me. These homes aren’t exactly hard to sell. But if you’re broke, just admit it. Making excuses is way more embarrassing.”
Luciano’s face twisted. “Whether I buy or not is my business! I never promised anything. Don’t try to change the subject–you’re the one who needs to prove you’re the Anderson Group heir!”
Paul raised an eyebrow. “Alright.”
He calmly pulled out his phone and started dialing. “You know my grandfather, right?”
Luciano snorted. “Why would I know who your grandfather is? You think he’s somebody?”
The call connected. Paul didn’t bother with pleasantries.
“Grandpa, are you busy? Mr. Luciano from Skywards Tech would love to say hello.”
Then he turned the screen toward Luciano.
“My grandfather. You wanted proof?”
Luciano’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
“O–Oh my god… Chairman… Chairman Anderson–sir, it’s an honor! I’m Luciano, CEO of
Skywards Tech…”
Paul’s grandfather nodded calmly. “Nice to meet you. I think Paul mentioned you once. Weren’t you Trista’s fiancé?”
–
Paul took the phone back, smiling. “Not anymore. Thought I’d share some good news -we registered our marriage yesterday. Trista’s officially your granddaughter–in–law now.”
There was a beat of stunned silence on the other end. Then the old man burst into hearty laught
“Excellent! Finally! I’ve been hoping she’d marry into our family for years! You were just dragging
Paui grinned. “I wasn’t dragging my feet, I just didn’t have the chance before. But now? She’s mine.”
“Perfect! Bring her home for dinner tonight. I’ll have the chef prepare all her favorite dishes!”
“Got it.”
He ended the call. Luciano stood there frozen, pale and speechless.
“You… you’re really the heir to Anderson Group?!”
feet!”
Paul cocked his head. “What did you think? You really believed all those joint projects between Anderson and your company happened by coincidence? If not for Trista, you wouldn’t even have made it past the bidding stage.”
“Now, if I recall correctly, you said you’d take my last name if I could afford a single villa here.”
Paul smirked. “Well? Time to change your name to Luciano Anderson.”
Luciano was sweating bullets. If he refused, he’d lose face. But if he followed through…
And Paul wasn’t just some nobody anymore. He had real power. Luciano couldn’t afford to offend him now.
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Left with no choice, Luciano dropped to his knees.
I didn’t even bother looking at him.
“Oh, shoot!” I suddenly remembered. “Can you take me back to the office after this? I need to submit my resignation and clean out my
desk.”
Luciano’s bloodshot eyes widened. “Trista, are you really quitting your job just to get away from me? Is this what it’s come to?”
I gave him a look. “I was never happy at that job. The only reason I stuck around was because you said you wanted to see me every day. Otherwise, do you really think I’d waste eight years of my life doing admin?”
“I studied finance. For you, I put my career M
“But now, I have no reason to stay. My husb Right, babe?”
on hold, shuffled papers, took orders… and for what?”
rich enough that I could lie on a beach until I’m eighty and still not run out of money.
Paul pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “Every penny I have is yours.‘
“Let’s go then. Time to tie up loose ends.”
”
Paul drove me to the company. I sat down and hammered out my resignation letter in under five minutes.
I printed it, walked right over to Luciano, and tossed it onto his desk.
“Mr. Jones, I quit.”
He scowled. “I don’t approve it.”
I shrugged. “You don’t have to. Keep the last paycheck. I’m done either way.‘
A group of coworkers, especially the ones I’d never gotten along with, were craning their necks to watch the scene unfold. I turned and strode straight toward them.
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