Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 557 Mia's POV The woman behind the front desk rolled her eyes so dramatically it was almost funny. "Great," she said, her voice dripping with exasperation and something that sounded suspiciously like sarcasm. "Because I'm looking for her too. And for Nick." I blinked, completely confused for a moment. I looked at Dante, who seemed just as lost, then back at her. "What do you mean?" I asked, stepping closer to the desk. "Who's Nick, and what does he have to do with Gwen?" She didn't answer right away.

Instead, she looked us up and down with the quick, efficient assessment of someone used to judging people in seconds. Her eyes were dark and sharp, and there was something about them that told me she wasn't just some random receptionist. ooked impatient, worried, and definitely not in the mood for long, detailed explanations. me in a car that can handle snow, right?" she asked abruptly, completely ignoring my question.

"If ade it here in this storm, you must have at least four-wheel drive." Jante, never missing a chance to show off, especially in front of a pretty woman, even an irritated one, stepped forward with his smug grin. "Oh, absolutely," he said, gesturing vaguely toward the door as if the car might magically appear. "Latest- model Land Rover. Four-wheel drive, special snow tires, diesel heater, stability control... basically the perfect machine for these conditions." He was clearly posturing, puffing out his chest a little.

she'd just asked for a kidney or his firstborn child. The woman sighed in a way

specifically, I need a vehicle that can handle these conditions without getting stuck or flipping over." "No way," Dante said immediately, folding his arms. "We can come with you and help search, but I'm driving my own car." The woman laughed. Not in a friendly way.

She paused, locking eyes with him. "I know every curve, every dangerous descent, every spot that turns especially treacherous in winter. And I'm used to driving a tour bus full of guests on these same roads in bad weather.

where is this amazing truck of yours right now?" he shot back, lifting an eyebrow in that infuriatingly smug way he used whenever he thought he'd scored a point. "If you're so experienced and the truck is so great, why aren't you using it to look for your friend?" For the first time since this conversation started, I saw the woman hesitate. Her lips pressed into a thin line. She