Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

134. That's all matters.

We go on more dates after that. Successful ones. And they’re slotted in each empty space of our busy schedules wherever we could find them. They’re just little dates, evenings spent in a café where we would drink coffee and talk, in the library of Clandestine city because Coraline wants to check out some new books that had arrived at the venue, or having dinner somewhere lush and extravagant because I’m coming to realize now that I might be my father’s son in this one aspect as well because I find myself wanting to treat Coraline in the most expensive way, and enjoy the experience with her. I don’t know if my father had done it with my mother, but he’d certainly done so with his wife if the old journal articles I read about them are true.

Speaking of these articles, I know that my father’s wealth earned him a near-celebrity status. What I did not know was how he became the center of attention for many gossip rags in the past, when both his mistress and his wife were alive. Because it