A Wife for the Billionaire

In exactly two minutes, another notification chimed on my laptop. Without wasting time, I clicked on it and it read,

"Lucy Train

5’ 10

Single mother

Alex - son’s name

Nurse at Raleigh Hospital & Ward

Working hours..."

I scrolled down to her hours and as fate may have it, she was working an evening shift.

Without wasting time, I left the office. I didn’t even need to call Lanke to come pick my bag. I left the damn thing because there was a chance I might return before retiring for the day.

And besides, this wasn’t going to take

long. I just need to put the bitch in her place.

The elevator was packed when I reached the metal doors and the occupants would have been expected to vacate had the doors not been closing.