“Sir, Your Wife Faked Her Death, I Know Where She is”…The poor girl told the billionaire and he…

Jude had seen that look before. Not begging. Not random.

Purpose.

“Whatever you need,” he said quietly, “speak to my driver.”

“I’m not here for money,” she replied. “I came to find you.”

That made him study her more carefully.

“You have thirty seconds,” he said.

Rain poured between them.

Then the girl said five words that made the whole world stop.

“Your wife isn’t dead, sir.”

Jude stared at her.