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At university, Chris is just another student—quiet, reserved, and seemingly ordinary. But behind the scenes, he’s the heir to a hidden fortune, a secret he guards fiercely.

Then there’s Skylar—a girl born into wealth, now watching her privileged world crumble as her family faces financial ruin. When she crosses paths with Chris, an unexpected connection sparks between them.

Skylar falls for him, believing he’s just a regular guy. But when her family pressures her to seek a richer suitor, Chris finds himself at a crossroads—should he reveal his true identity to fight for their love, or let her go to protect his secret?

In a world where love and wealth collide, can their relationship survive the truth?

Masked Affluence

He turned to Ethan, who was already watching him, sharp-eyed.

Ethan nodded, already working. His fingers flew across the keyboard, running the call through multiple filters.

"This wasn't just some random burner phone," Ethan muttered. "Whoever they are, they know how to cover their tracks."

Chris leaned against the desk, arms crossed. "But they still made a mistake."

Ethan smirked. "Always." He tapped a key. "I'm running voice recognition, signal routing… Damn. This thing bounced through at least six different locations before hitting your line."

Chris's jaw tightened. That level of caution meant one thing—this wasn't a small player. This was someone who knew the game.

"But," Ethan continued, "they slipped. Just for a second."

Ethan spun the laptop around, pointing at the screen.

"New York. Brief signal burst. Whoever this was, they didn't start internationally. They're here."

Wren adjusted his cufflinks as he watched the chaos unfold on the news. Zayne's arrest was still making headlines, his empire crumbling overnight.

But Wren wasn't worried about Zayne.

For years, the Blackwood heir had been a ghost—hidden in plain sight, impossible to track, impossible to predict. But now?

A man in a dark suit stepped inside, handing over a file. "He traced the call."

Wren chuckled. "Of course he did." He flipped through the documents, amused. "But what he doesn't realize…" He closed the file with a soft thud.

Ethan pulled up the location on a digital map, marking the last known signal burst.

"This is it," he said. "A warehouse near the Hudson docks. If they were sloppy enough to leave a trace, we might find more."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Right now?"

Chris grabbed his jacket. "Right now."

Ethan exhaled but smirked. "Figured you'd say that."

As they stepped out of the office, Chris's mind was already running through possibilities.

He had been in control for years, always unseen, always ahead.

But now, someone was pulling strings behind the curtain.

And he had no intention of letting them

Because in this game, there was one unshakable truth.

Chapter 40: The Hunt Begins