Page 21 of Ruthless Heir

Hunter instantly puts out his cigar and I do the same.

The rules are no smoke of any kind near his wife and unborn child.

“Now my night is complete.” Hunter beams, standing so he can give Luna a quick hug and kiss.

“Mine too. We just came out to say hi.” Luna smiles then she looks at me. “Hey Asher.”

“Hey there.” I nod at Luna and Layla. “How was class?”

“Absolutely fantastic.”

“That’s great.”

“You have death-row-prisoner worried face, boss man.” Layla frowns. “I hope that’s not to do with work.”

“I’ll fill you in tomorrow.”

“Oh Lord, that doesn’t sound good. Maybe I should be sick tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare.” I chuckle.

She rolls her eyes at me and cocks her head toward Luna. “I need ice cream.”

“Oh yes that sounds great.”

“I got ten different flavors delivered earlier,” Hunter announces.

“You are the best husband. That’s why I love you.”

“I love you more.” He kisses Luna again then she and Layla saunter back inside.

“You need a woman like my wife.” Hunter grins at me, glancing back at the path where Luna was.

“There’s no chance of that happening. You got lucky.”

“I know I did. But you will too. We just have to put a little more work into it.”

Work… He’s right. I wish he wasn’t but he is.

Everything that’s going on around me will require work and keen focus. But first I have to take back control.

The Fairchilds threw me off and so did this thing with Father and his idea that I marry Portia.

My hunches have never been wrong so I won’t play their game.

I’ll sort everything out and when I’m done I’ll make sure the Fairchilds don’t get a goddamn thing.

That asshole Nolan will regret ever messing with me.

Chapter Five

Harper

“Asher Le Blanche, age thirty, net worth $15 billion, one of the heirs to Le Blanche Global, a multi-billion dollar investment and hedge fund company,” Beth reads from the laptop screen using her best newsreader voice. “Asher Le Blanche’s keen insight and ability to anticipate market trends have consistently delivered outsize returns for his clients, earning him a reputation as a financial prodigy. And this is the guy you don’t want to ask for help?”

Beth tosses her long black hair over her shoulders and throws me an incredulous glare. She looks even more like a Disney princess with her blue eyes saucer-wide and her ruby-red lips pressed in displeasure. She could easily be a dark-haired Ariel or Rapunzel.

“We’re not talking about this again.” I shake my head at her and continue folding my clothes.

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