The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Love confession

"Can you show me the number?" she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. In response to her request, I swiftly retrieved my phone and scrolled through my call log to find the mysterious number.

Handing her my phone, she shook her head in a disappointing gesture.

"We can't track this number," she stated matter-of-factly, a touch of frustration evident in her voice. Surprised by her response, I posed a question, seeking clarification.

"Why is that?" I asked, my tone filled with genuine surprise and curiosity.

"It seems the number has been masked using a phone burner app. Whoever this person is, she has taken the necessary steps to ensure that she can't be found," she says, giving me my phone. "What's your next line of action?" She asked, looking at me closely.

"I need to find a way to speak with her again," I said, biting my lips. "I need to know who she is and why she's doing this to me."

"I can help you with that," she said, and my eyes widened. "What? How?" I asked, surprised.