The Billionaire’s Intern novel Chapter 170

Damien felt it before he understood it. The estate was too still. Not the calm, controlled stillness he was accustomed to-but the kind left behind by an absence that didn’t belong. The kind that sharpened instinct and unsettled certainty. He checked the time. 9:58 a.m. His jaw tightened. They should have been back. Across the table, Ashcroft caught the shift almost immediately. His gaze drifting toward the corridor that led deeper into the house-then toward the front doors. “Something wrong?” he asked casually, though his eyes were anything but idle. Before Damien could respond, James entered the breakfast hall. Impeccably dressed, as always-tailored suit, precise posture, professionalism worn like armor. A tablet rested in one hand, his attention split between...