Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 585 It was Friday morning, and I should've been at Kensington in Florentia, sitting at my desk and buried in reports and meetings. Instead, I was wrapping up my third meeting of the day with tourism agencies in the Montelira region, pitching partnerships I'd spent the entire week carefully structuring down to the smallest detail. "I know most tourists usually arrive here with their lodging already booked," I said, sliding high-quality printed brochures across the table toward the two agents sitting across from me. "But that's not the point.

This is about our unique experiences." I pointed to the photos on the brochure as I listed them. "Sunset dinners with one of the most breathtaking views in Valentia. Authentic Castorian cooking workshops with a renowned local chef. Photography workshops in truly stunning locations. A historical tour of a perfectly preserved thirteenth-century medieval tower. And, of course, grape harvest experiences during peak season, where guests can actively participate in the winemaking process. I flipped the brochure to the last page.

"Everything is outlined here in detail, including pricing and availability. And we offer very attractive commissions if your referral books with us. Fifteen percent of the total value of the experience." I watched their eyes light up at that last detail. Commissions always did the trick. Forty minutes later, we walked out of the agency with promises that they'd start recommending Valemont Estate to clients looking for authentic experiences outside the standard tourist circuit.

11 As we made our way down the cobblestone street in the historic center, Nick looked at me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Not that I don't trust your ideas," he began, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, "but where exactly are we supposed to find a renowned local chef?" I looked at him and couldn't hold back a laugh. "From your kitchen, obviously," I said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Martina." This time, Nick laughed, the sound echoing down the nearly empty street. "My mother is going to love being called a renowned chef," he said, shaking his head.

it," I argued. "But how we sell it, how we position the experience, is what makes the strategy work. 'Cooking class with the innkeeper' sounds ordinary.' Gastronomic workshop with a renowned local chef' sounds exclusive. Worth paying extra for." "Marketing," Nick said with a crooked smile. "You

figured since we're already downtown, we could pick it up." I smiled, something warm spreading through my chest. "Bella must be so excited," I said as we started walking again. "Excited doesn't

week." "What does she want to wish for?" I asked casually, though my mind was already spinning. If I knew what Bella wanted, maybe I could quietly make

equally impossible that kids ask for without understanding how much it costs." "Bella's a very smart girl for her age," I said thoughtfully. "She understands a lot more about what's going on around her than you probably realize. I don't think she'd ask for something she knows you can't give her." Nick was quiet for a moment, thinking that over. "I can't really argue with that," he admitted finally. "She's scary

leaving at five a.m. to make

sugar and vanilla hung in the air, almost intoxicating. A woman in her fifties, gray hair pulled into a neat bun, greeted us with a smile that faded quickly when Nick introduced himself. 2/4 ו "Oh, Mr. Valemont," she said, her expression

was obvious in his eyes. "But it's no problem at all!" she rushed to add, gesturing