The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

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“Who?”

“Eliza.”

He blinked.

“Eliza who?”

Brooke stared at him.

“The maid girl. The one from theory. The one you made that stupid joke about.”

His friends started laughing.

“Oh,” one of them said. “Your future wife.”

More laughter.

Carter’s face tightened.

He didn’t like being laughed at.

That was new for him.

Brooke crossed her arms.

“She didn’t even sing continue reading …