Her Billionaire Secret: Part 4: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Read Online Free

back the lawyer. “It's been a pleasure to meet you, Isabella. I hope we can do this again.” The door closed behind him with a slam.
    Isabella's eyes narrowed slightly but she never said a word. She turned instead to Tevis.
    “Mr Drummond, I have an event arranged for Monday afternoon. Would you like to come along as my guest?”
    “I'm not sure—” Tevis paused, realising from the look on Isabella's face this wasn't some social or charitable engagement. She was staring at him pointedly.
    “You will, of course, have to stay out of sight. I'm having it filmed for legal purposes. You could watch the event on the screens in the next room.”
    “Are you trying to tell me something?”
    “I am telling you nothing.” Isabella picked up her pen and scribbled down a note. “This is the address. Monday at three o'clock if you are interested.”
    Tevis took it and noted the central London hotel address. “I'll be there.”
    The meeting was over and Tevis stood to leave.
    “Mr Drummond, one last thing I would like you to note.”
    Damn, that tone of voice again. Now he felt like the naughty schoolboy.
    “When I send one of my staff to deliver an item on my behalf—,” Isabella stared him down, but he swore she had a twinkle in her eye, “don't detain them for four days.”

Chapter Five
    CLAIRE
    Claire paced the room, occasionally staring through the hotel window to the street below but most of the time her gaze turned to the clock placed in the centre of the coffee table. She had fifteen minutes to pull herself together. Her composure had disappeared after Isabella had shown her the recording equipment. It made what she was about to do all the more real.
    Fran looked up from the paperwork. New documents had been arriving every few minutes.
    “It's going to be okay, Isabella is handling all this. She'll be at your side.”
    “She isn’t going to be answering the questions,” Claire muttered back, as she continued to wear a track in the cream coloured carpet.
    Fran ignored her. Today she wasn't here as her friend, she was in the room sifting through the legal agreements coming in. “We've received signed responses from most of the major publications.”
    “Has the owner of Citrus Gem Magazine sent one through?”
    Fran shook her head. “I suspect they're going to leave it until the last minute.” Her mouth turned downward in disgust. I can't believe Derek Jones sold them information about you.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand why you sent them an invitation. They caused you a lot of harm.”
    Claire looked at Fran. It was odd hearing her comment about the magazine. A copy of Citrus Gem had regularly been on her desk. Until now. It was unlikely she would buy one in the future. Their actions had resulted in the office of Stanford and Henderson being turned upside down. Fran had been involved in the search for how much information had been leaked to them over the years.
    “I need to have them covered by the same agreement as the rest,” she responded to Fran. ”They can't run outside the pack.”
    Isabella walked into the room. For someone organising a secure and orchestrated event, she looked almost serene. Comfortable even. She smiled at Claire and glanced over at Fran.
    “I have the final agreement.” She waved the paperwork in front of their faces. ”Signed by the big man himself, the owner. Whatever the journalists of Citrus Gem Magazine do from now on, they are answerable to him. I have his assurance he will keep them on a tight leash.”
    She handed the papers to Fran and crossed the room to Claire. She patted her arm and gave her an encouraging smile.
    “Are you ready?”
    Claire nodded. Her throat was dry and butterflies danced around her stomach. She closed her eyes, focused on what she had to do, and then opened then again.
    “Yes, Isabella, let's get this show on the road.” Fay Tyler was back and this was going to be the biggest performance of her life.
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