—Alec—

My convoy rolled through the wrought-iron gates of Green Oak Mansion just as the evening sun dipped below the trees.

“There he is, the incredible billionaire of North America!” Kyu-hun clapped as I stepped out of the car. He was lounging on one of the leather recliners in a sage green linen shirt and black jogger trousers, his legs crossed lazily on the footrest.

I joined him on the terrace and sank into the next recliner. “What's up, Kyu-hun?”

“I should be asking you. ...