The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Charles

The next day, as the sun began its descent and the warm hues of twilight painted the sky, Stephen arrived at the clubhouse. His footsteps echoed through the quiet surroundings as he entered, anticipation coursing through his veins. Glancing around the dimly lit room, he surveyed his surroundings, ensuring he was in the right place.

A slight pang of nervousness tugged at Stephen's heart as he caught sight of a figure in the shadows. The mysterious person, with their face partially obscured by a mask, motioned for him to join them at a secluded table. Stephen, wanting to appear composed, casually brushed off any hints of uncertainty and made his way towards the designated spot.

With an air of intrigue and curiosity, Stephen carefully positioned himself in the chair offered by the enigmatic stranger. As he settled into the seat, he couldn't help but notice an air of weariness in the stranger's movements, as though they were burdened by unseen troubles. Though their face remained hidden,