Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

The butler appeared at the doorway. "Sir, you have a visitor. Mr. Grant would like to see you."

Isaac's expression sharpened immediately. "Mr. Grant? Grant?”

The butler nodded. "Yes, him."

Isaac glanced at Connor, searching his face for a reaction. "Tell him to leave."

Everyone in the Shaw family knew there was bad blood between Connor and Grant, but none of them really knew what had started it.

Taylor's face flushed with frustration as she stepped forward. "Isaac, why won't you let my brother in?"noveldrama

Isaac shot back, just as stubborn. "That's what I should be asking you. Chloe arrives, and your brother shows up right after. Did you tell him? I told you not to say anything!"

He'd never spoken to Taylor like this before. She felt her nose sting, the

beginnings of tears making her eyes burn. She was upset and hurt, not even sure why Isaac didn't want her brother involved-but she hadn't said a word to him, and that made it worse.

"Isaac, what exactly did my brother do to deserve this? I know you all blame him for Chloe's disappearance, but he was a victim too. He was on that plane, remember? He used to be so strong, so proud. Now he's in a wheelchair. Do you have any idea how hard these last two years have been for him?"

"And he's never stopped looking for Chloe. He's given up everything to try to find her. It's not fair to put all the blame on him."

Isaac's jaw tightened. "That's enough, Taylor. You don't know your brother as well as you think."

Taylor's eyes flashed. "Are you kidding me, Isaac? No one knows my brother better than I do."

The tension in the room kept building, voices rising, until Ruby finally stepped in. "Enough, both of you," she said firmly. "He's a guest. Let Mr. Grant in."

A few moments later, someone appeared at the dining room entrance. He didn't walk in-he was being wheeled in.

look. Seated in the

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wheelchair was a man with sharp, cold features. He wore a suit, everything about him crisp and meticulous, but his presence was icy, as if he carried a mountain of frost with him.

For some reason, the first word that popped into Chloe's mind was "hollow."

As she studied him, his gaze lifted and landed right on her. Their eyes met, and a chill crept up Chloe's spine. But for a split second, she saw something flicker in his@yes-a tiny ripple beneath the surface.

He was wheeled closer, stopping right in front of her. His voice was low, a little rough.

He looked calm, collected, but Chloe could sense the storm raging beneath.

"Chloe... you're finally back," he said quietly.

Chloe stared at him, not sure what to say. "Hello..."

Grant's face softened a little at the sight of her.

But in the next instant, something, cold and steely flashed in his eyes. "I won't let whoever took you away get away with it. I'll make sure they pay for what they did." fo

Chloe's eyebrows drew together. Her tone was cool, distant. "Mr. Grant, do we

even know each other that well?"