I Sat Alone in My Mansion on My Birthday Until The Cleaning Lady’s Daughter Walked In and Asked the One Question I Couldn’t Answer

leaned over the table, her face inches from his. “Why are you eating alone, Mr. Billionaire? Did you forget to invite them, or do you not have any friends at all?“

The butler in the corner gasped. Victor’s hand tightened around his silver fork.

“That’s a very rude question,” Victor said, trying to regain his authority.

“Mommy says the truth isn’t rude,continue reading …