Page 61 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Graham Clive.

My stomach drops. Clive isn’t just involved—he’s funding Conrad’s sabotage.

I grab my phone and dial Dominic, my heart pounding.

“You need to stop,” I say, my voice trembling. “Clive’s behind this. It’s a trap.”

“I don’t have a choice,” he replies. “If Clive’s there, he’s the link we need.”

“And if he’s ready for you?”

“I’ll handle it,” he says, his voice softening. “Stay put, Eva. I mean it.”

The call ends, leaving me alone with the weight of my fear.

The Dangerous Decision

I grab my keys. If Dominic’s walking into a trap, I won’t let him do it alone.

The Drive

The hum of the city fades into the background as I navigate thenearly deserted streets. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel, the tension in my chest so tight it feels like I might burst. Dominic’s words echo in my mind:Stay put. I mean it.

But I can’t. Not when the stakes are this high, not when every instinct tells me Clive is playing a larger, deadlier game than Dominic realizes.

The address tied to Clive’s offshore accounts is tucked away in an unassuming industrial district, a quiet pocket of the city that feels like it belongs to another world entirely. The building is nondescript—gray brick, a single steel door, and no visible markings. But the black SUV parked out front is a dead giveaway.

I park a block away, my heartbeat thundering as I step out of the car. The air is cold, biting at my skin as I approach the building. Every fiber of my being screams at me to turn back, to call Dominic and let him handle this. But I know if I do, it’ll be too late.

I reach the door, testing the handle. It’s unlocked.

Not a good sign,I think, slipping inside.

Inside the Building

The space is dimly lit, the faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The hallway is narrow, lined with cracked concrete walls and a faint smell of mildew. My footsteps echo softly as I move forward, each step tentative.

I round a corner and freeze.

The room ahead is larger, filled with rows of metal shelves stacked with crates and file boxes. A desk sits in the center, cluttered with papers and a flickering monitor displaying security camera feeds.

My breath catches as I recognize one of the feeds: the warehouse Adrian had mentioned. Dominic is there. I see his silhouette moving cautiously through the shadows, Adrian flanking him.

He doesn’t know about this place,I realize.

A voice cuts through my thoughts, smooth and laced with amusement. “Well, well. I didn’t expect you to come knocking on my door, Eva.”

I spin around, my pulse spiking.

Graham Clive stands in the doorway, his tailored suit immaculate, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His expression is calm, calculated, as though he’s already five steps ahead.

“Though I must say,” he continues, stepping further into the room, “it does save me the trouble of tracking you down later.”

“What do you want?” I demand, forcing my voice to remain steady.

Clive’s lips curve into a faint smile. “That’s the wrong question, Eva. The real question is, what doyouwant? Because it seems you and Dominic have been digging where you shouldn’t.”

He gestures to the desk, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of amusement and malice. “The files, the accounts, theconnections—it’s all there. I assume you’ve already pieced together some of it. But let me save you some time: you’re out of your depth.”

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