Page 19 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

“Dannie’s office.”

A man approached and handed her a paper cup, then another to me.

“Americano.”

“Thanks.” I took it, wondering whether that choice had been his—or hers.

“Let’s go,” June said.

I followed her, watching the way she moved—controlled, distant, every step precise. I hated that I still noticed things like that. The sway of her hair. The quiet tension in her shoulders. Even her silence pulled at me.

When the lift doors opened, a man in his thirties was waiting for us. Gray suit. Slicked-back hair. The polished look of someone who lived in spreadsheets and forecasts. He led us to a meeting room and offered us more refreshments.

I tried to focus on the space—the glass walls, the muted city beyond—but it was hard to breathe with her beside me. Her mood seeped into me. If she was tense, I felt restless. If she was angry, something in me burned.

I had no right to feel any of it. Yet I did.

She didn’t want to be here. I could tell.

Neither did I.

One thing we had in common—we both failed at saying no to Dannie.

“Is he coming?” I asked, trying to break the pressure building in the room.

“I don’t know. Ask Squirrel. He seems to know more about his schedule than I do.”

Her oversized sunglasses hid her eyes, but not the irritation in her voice.

“The boss said he’ll join later. After the funeral,” the suited man added.

“That means no,” she muttered, like she was translating a lie into truth.

Another man stepped forward with a polite smile.

“Hi. I’m Francis Leong, the Acting Managing Director. Thank you so much for coming.”

“This is Squirrel,” June said, pointing to the other man in the room.

“Mrs. Wu, I’m really happy to finally meet you,” Francis said.

“Nice to meet you.”

I’d heard people call her Mrs. Wu before. Even Ah-sou among the triad members. But this time, she didn’t correct him. No Call me June. Just a nod and a faint smile.

“I was told to walk you and Mr. Li through Mr. Wu’s assets,” Francis continued. “Your name will be added in time.”

“Added to what?” June asked.

“The ownership structure. Within the next month or so,” he clarified.

June frowned. “And what exactly am I supposed to do here?” She stood abruptly, then waved it off. “Never mind.”

Every shift in her posture, every clipped word, hit me harder than it should. I told myself it was habit. Old feelings refusing to die. But the truth sat heavy in my gut.

I still wanted her. I still reacted to her like she was gravity and I was helpless against it.

“What’s my role in all this?” I asked, forcing myself to focus.