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

her, ignoring the stare of passersby, and worked through the first one slowly. Hope watched his face, not the page.

“You’re rich,” she said after a while.

“Yes.”

“So you don’t have to know this.”

He almost smiled. “Rich people still have to divide.”

She considered that, then snorted.

Around them the market shifted toward evening. Smoke rose from corn roasting continue reading …