Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 376 Marcus' POV I arrived early and parked a short distance from the yoga studio, keeping a discreet watch. The place was small an inviting, with a glass front that let in plenty of natural light. At 10:15 a.m., a group of women stepped outside, most of them carrying yoga mats and chatting animatedly. It was easy to spot Olivia among them, thanks to the photos I'd been sent. She had the same eyes as Madeline, but her hair was shorter and darker, cut into a long bob that swung as she walked. She wore simple workout clothes-black leggings and a gray top.

However, there was something about her posture that stood out to me. She was more grounded and more practical than Madeline. Even as she laughed with the others, her eyes kept scanning the surroundings, like she was always on alert. When the group broke apart and Olivia started walking on her own, I decided to approach. "Excuse me," I said as she slipped the studio key into her bag. "Do you take beginners?" She turned, giving me a quick assessment from head to toe. There was a cautious look in her eyes, like she was weighing whether I was just another curious guy, or something else entirely.

"Of course," she replied, polite but reserved. "We have classes for all levels. Have you practiced before?" "Never," I lied. "But a friend recommended it. Said yoga helps with stress." "It really does," she said, though her posture stayed slightly tense. "What times are you interested in?" I asked a few basic questions about pricing and class options, noticing how professional she was-friendly, but not fully engaging. I clearly didn't fit the usual profile of people who wandered into that studio, and she'd already picked up on it. "There's a café on the corner," she said finally.

talk more about the options..." "That'd be great," I said, pleased she'd offered. Robert's intel about her routine had been spot-on. We walked side by side down the sidewalk. I kept the conversation light. I commented on Belmonte's morning traffic, how Brickwillow had changed over the years. Still, I noticed how she kept her body slightly angled away, always watching me out of

lately. Trying to get my priorities straight." She nodded, but her gaze stayed sharp. I decided to move slowly, test the waters. "It's funny..." I began casually. "You have the same look as

harder than necessary, the porcelain clinking agnst the saucer. "Where are you going with this?" she asked, her voice controlled but suddenly cold. I knew I

Dominic send you?" Her voice was sharp, low enough not to draw attention, but packed with restrained fury. "Does he think he can watch me too?" The moment stretched in slow