From Poor Boy To CEO: We Fall In Love Again

I had been hiding out at home for a month.

The only thing I used to do was scroll through Twitter and news feeds, searching for any dirt on Kate. Now, though, I couldn't even bring myself to turn on my phone.

As soon as I powered it up, it was flooded with insults and slander.

Some people had even sent me wreaths and memorial photos.

The paparazzi had been parked outside for a month, hoping to catch this so-called agent in a scandalous affair with a superstar.

But they were disappointed. Kate hadn't shown up even once.

When Rebecca Moore came knocking, I was still lounging at home, doing nothing.

Rebecca, my sister, was a free spirit—wild and adventurous.

She looked at me with disdain. "I thought after leaving the Moore Group for ten years to chase your dreams, you'd be doing better. Didn't expect you'd be in such a mess."

I could only manage a wry smile. Ten years had been my own doing.

Rebecca's arrival also signaled the countdown to my return to the Moore family. But before that, there was one thing I wanted to do.

Perhaps it was the intense repression, but right now, what I craved most was a complete release.

I raised an eyebrow at Rebecca. "Do you still have that Beast of yours?"

Rebecca's interest was immediately piqued. "You're thinking of racing?"

She came over and patted my shoulder with a curious grin. "Did you know Vincent's racing this time too? I'll make sure you're signed up—no backing out now."