Jobless Billionaire's Halo 2

The Lamborghini purred along the dimly lit streets, the city blurring past like a quiet afterthought. Ava Klein's fingers flexed on the wheel, her mind looping in overdrive while Parker sat there like a statue—head back, eyes closed, calm as hell.

How does someone stay that calm after dropping four billion dollars?

She stole another glance at him. The dude wasn't just rich—he was dangerous rich. Like, "I could buy the whole block and still tip your grandma six figures" rich. And he was seventeen.

Seventeen.

And here she was, his legal rep, locked into this whirlwind after barely knowing him for, what, a few hours? If you'd told her this morning she'd be handling the real estate portfolio of a kid who made some of New York's elite look like college interns, she would've laughed in your face.

But now?

He'd just tipped people millions. Millions. And for what? Doing their damn jobs.