The Billionaire Laughed at a Cleaner’s Daughter Until She Heard the Engine’s Secret

“You,” he said.

Amelia froze.

Her hand tightened around the cleaning cloth.

“Sir?”

“What’s your name?”

Every head turned toward her.

The heat rushed into her cheeks.

“Amelia, sir. Amelia Hayes.”

Harrison walked toward her with slow, polished steps.

“Amelia Hayes,” he said. “You’ve been in here every night, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ve heard my engineers continue reading …