The Billionaire's Hidden Son

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"You should go to your office," he ordered in a firm tone, his voice resonating with authority. Stephen, recognizing the weight behind the command, nodded briskly before swiftly making his way out of the room. The air felt charged with an unspoken tension as he stepped into the corridor, the sound of his footsteps echoing against the cold, polished floor.

A sense of purpose filled Stephen's chest as he approached his office, his anticipation mixed with a tinge of apprehension. Each breath he took seemed to fortify his resolve, preparing him to plunge headfirst into the mountainous workload that awaited him. The thought of the impending tasks rattled through his mind, the weight of responsibility manifesting as a slight tension in his muscles.

However, just as Stephen was about to immerse himself in the ocean of paperwork on his desk, his phone let out an intrusive buzz, shattering the serenity of the moment. Annoyance flickered across his face; it was a distraction he did not need. Sw