Rejected Billionaire

46: Strategies and Smiles

Kerrigan rested her head against the cool glass of the car window, watching the landscape blur by as her escort hurried her back to Targu Province.

“Ma’am, the Prima will be excited to have you back. He’s been asking about you ever since you left,” one of the dragoons mentioned, attempting to lighten the mood.

Kerrigan rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “He just wants to be sure his ‘prize’ hasn’t flown the coop.”

“He isn’t all that bad,” Carter, another dragoon, interjected. “Perhaps some romance will form after the wedding.”

Kerrigan snorted, unable to contain her disdain. “Carter, just the mere thought of that man makes me go dry! Dry like sandpaper. Do you understand? Don’t ever talk to me about that old fool.”

Carter hesitated, his tone cautious. “Is he really that old?”

Kerrigan’s glare softened into a look of pure frustration. “He’s 47 this year, which makes him 23 years older than me. Not happening in this lifetime.”

“Well, if things with the Prima don’t work out