Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 598 Gwen's POV | glanced around quickly. The reception area was empty. Paula had gone somewhere. Martina was in the kitchen with Bella. No guests in sight. Still, | lowered my voice. "Christian, this isn't the best time," | said, moving to the farthest corner of the lobby. "I can't reach you on your cell," he snapped, his voice sharp, "so this is the time. | need to understand what the hell went through your head." | stretched the cord of the landline as far as it would go and looked out the window.

Nick was still outside, talking to a couple of guests who seemed to have questions about local tours. He gestured with his hands and smiled politely. "| know I messed up," | began, running my free hand over my face. "Messed up?" Christian repeated, and | could picture his expression perfectly. "What happened to just paying his debt? It was forty-two thousand dollars. You have that in your checking account. You could've solved this with a simple transfer." ---- "It wasn't an option," | explained, keeping my voice low but steady. "The debt was already bundled for assignment.

The bank wouldn't accept an individual payment. It was all or nothing. "So you decided," Christian said, each word slow, controlled, dangerously calm, "that the solution was to use a Kensington holding company to buy a package of bad loans for over two million dollars?" There was heavy silence on the line as he took a deep breath, clearly trying to rein himself in. "| told you | wouldn't interfere in your personal life, Gwen," he went on, his voice hardening. "I said you had the right to your own investments. Your own decisions.

money back into the company. I'm already arranging the transfer from my personal accounts. | only used the holding because

you," Christian said, his voice turning even colder, ---- "that any one of those debtors who looks into this even a little will trace it back to the Kensington name? That they'll see a company in our group bought the package?" | didn't answer. Because | hadn't thought about that. Not really. I'd been so focused on saving Nick, on fixing the immediate problem, that | hadn't considered

heard papers rustling. "Did you even analyze what kind of businesses were in that package?" he asked. "Because | just got the full report. It's everything. Failed small retailers. Farms that couldn't pay for equipment. A

under criminal investigation." My stomach dropped. ---- "Lasked..." | said weakly. "| mean, | asked about the package at the bank..." "Gwen," Christian cut in, and now there was exhaustion