Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 437 Marcus' POV The cabins were far more impressive than I'd expected. When Luke mentioned rustic accommodations, I'd pictured basic wooden structures with just the essentials. What we found instead was something else entirely. Sophisticated alpine architecture that blended rustic charm with modern comfort. Each individual cabin was built from polished hardwood, with sloped roofs covered in dark slate tiles. Large panoramic windows offered breathtaking views of the surrounding mountains, while private decks furnished with solid wood furniture invited quiet moments of contemplation.

Inside, from what I could glimpse through open windows, there were wood-burning fireplaces, heated floors, and elegant furnishings. The central cabin where Christian was staying was even more striking. A two-story structure that served as the command center for the entire operation. With wraparound balconies and an observation tower, it looked more like a luxury mountain lodge than temporary housing for a corporate event. Madeline walked beside me as we headed toward the main entrance, clearly impressed by the level of sophistication.

"This is not exactly what I pictured when you said camping," she commented, taking in the architectural details. "Christian never does anything halfway," I replied as we climbed the solid wooden steps leading up to the main deck. Before we even reached the door, we heard Zoey's unmistakable voice coming from inside the cabin, thick with a fury that made my muscles tense on instinct. "I'm not staying!" she shouted. "I'm not spending one second here with that woman!" I exchanged a worried look with Madeline before pushing the door open, which was already ajar.

rugs completed the space. Christian stood in the center of the living room, hands raised in a placating gesture, desperately trying to calm Zoey, who was pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "Zoey, please, let me explain," Christian said, his voice tight with the effort to

"Love, please-" "No one is staying!" she cut him off, gesturing wildly. "The Kensington team is leaving. We're leaving right now, or I swear, Christian, I am not responsible for what I do next!" Christian ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated by how distressed she was. "She's not here, Zoey," he said

my suspicions about how the Montgomery presence would land. "So you saw it too," I said finally, my voice coming out lower than I intended. Christian turned toward us, frustration written all over his face. "You didn't know about this?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious. "Of course not!" Christian snapped. "I knew they'd be Valentian wineries, but there

out every strand of that blonde hair if she shows her face in front of me," she declared, her voice leaving zero room for doubt. "She's not going to show up," Christian said firmly. "Francesca is under house arrest. She can't leave her property." "Then who's representing the company here?" I asked, curious about how the Montgomerys were

why they're here. Team integration. With the sale and new leadership, they're trying to rally the employees for a stronger return to the market." "How do you know that?" I asked. "I read something about the sale a few days ago," Christian replied. "A quiet transaction, but it showed up