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Alek looked at her He’d had a thing with her last year and had even taken her to his friend Murat’s place in Umbria But it seemed she hadn’t believed him when he’d told her that theirs was noWhen the relationship had fizzled out, she’d taken it badly, as sometimes happened The recriminatory emails had stopped and so had the phone calls, but as he met the expression in her eyes he could tell that she was still angry

‘And just what’s that supposed to mean?’ he questioned coolly

She winked ‘Read the papers, tiger,’ shethe barrel a bit, aren’t you?’

And that wasn’t all As he left the building he noticed one of the receptionists biting her lip, as if she was trying to repress a sht through to his male assistant

‘What’s going on, Vasos?’

‘With regard to?’ his assistant enquired cautiously

‘With regard to me!’

‘Plenty of stuff in the papers about the deal with the Chinese’

‘Obviously,’ Alek said i else?’

His assistant’s hesitation was illuh?

‘I’ll bring it in,’ he said heavily

Alek sat as motionless as a piece of rock as Vasos placed the article down on the desk in front of hi piece It was an innocuous enough diary article, featuring a two-year-old library photo, which publications still delighted in using—probably because it

Splashed above his uns face were the words: Has Alek Sarantos Struck Gold?

His hands knuckled as he read it

One of London’sThe Midas touch billionaire, known for his love of supermodels and heiresses, was spotted in a passionate e candlelit drinks on the terrace of his luxury New Forest hotel