A Billionaire Saw A Poor Girl Wearing His Necklace He Gave To Someone Years Ago

She disliked pity on sight.

One afternoon she spread her exercise book across an upturned crate near the yam stall and scowled at a page of arithmetic.

“I hate math,” she announced.

“You shouldn’t say hate so quickly,” Micah said.

She stabbed at the page with a pencil. “Then you do it.”

He looked down. It was simple division. He sat on the low step beside continue reading …