The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Dreams

"It is not a big deal," he stated calmly, his voice measured and composed. The room held its collective breath, the weight of his words settling upon them. The atmosphere simmered with an undercurrent of tension, as everyone absorbed the gravity of his statement.

"I was simply being nice and engaged in a conversation with my worker inside my car," he explained, his tone devoid of defensiveness. The absence of physical intimacy, no kissing, no hugging, underscored the innocence of their interaction. The simplicity of their conversation was lost amidst the sensationalized assumptions that seemed to run rampant.

He exhaled softly, a touch of disappointment evident in his voice. "You all still believe that there was something between us," he continued, a faint hint of incredulity lacing his words. The presumption of those around him, their apparent lack of understanding of who he truly was, left him feeling frustrated and misunderstood.

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