Page 90 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

Maya studies my face through the screen.

“That wasn’t my question,” she says.

I pause again.

“Julian came with it.”

Her eyebrows rise.

“Julian came with the chauffeur?”

“Yes.”

“Personally?”

“Yes, Maya.”

She sits back. “Interesting.”

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she says with her inquisitive grin.

“You were about to.”

“I was thinking very loudly.”

I shake my head and hang the blouse in the wardrobe.

“He said he decided to come, as he had some time in between meetings.”

“And you believe that?”

“I believe he was physically at the airport.”

Maya laughs.

“I have to get ready,” I tell her.

“Fine. Call me later.”

“If I survive.”

“You’ll survive,” she says.

If only she knew. I end the call before she can turn the conversation into an interrogation.

I stare at the phone for a few more seconds, as I turn to rush to the bathroom to shower and redo my makeup.

By 4:00, I am downstairs, and within fifteen minutes, I arrive at the location. The Milan headquarters occupies several upper floors of a restored building near the business district, modern inside without losing the old stone bones of the structure. Matteo Ricci meets me near reception, warm and polished, while Alessandra Conti joins us moments later with a tablet tucked beneath one arm.

“So you’re Sophie,” Alessandra says.

“I am.”

“We’ve heard about you.”

I glance toward Julian, who is standing several feet away speaking with another executive.