Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 309 Alexandra's POV I went back down to the party with the confidence of someone who had just executed a flawless plan. My heels echoed against the hotel's marble corridor, each step sounding like a small personal victory. The main ballroom of the Rosemont Hotel was in full swing when I reentered. The band was playing, conversations flowed over the constant clink of champagne glasses, and London's elite celebrated the arrival of another year with their signature elegance.

It was exactly the kind of environment where I thrived, where everyone instinctively recognized my presence and importance. I'd barely taken three steps when my phone vibrated with a rapid sequence of notifications. It was James. I discreetly moved to a quieter corner near the windows, away from the lively clusters of conversation, and opened the messages. A series of photos filled the screen, and I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face like melting butter. Perfect. It was absolutely perfect.

The images showed exactly what I'd orchestrated: Annie in compromising positions on the hotel bed. James had been smarter than I'd given him credit for. The photos clearly showed Annie, while carefully concealing his own identity through strategic angles and lighting. I scrolled through them, selecting the best shots with the care of an art curator. I wanted the ones that made Annie look most compromising, but still suggested intimacy without being too explicit.

After all, I needed images that told a very specific story, the story of an employee getting involved with an important investor to gain professional advantages. I chose five perfect photos and scanned the room for Rachel Williams. She was near the buffet, chatting with other people from marketing. Rachel was one of those naturally insecure women who felt important when someone like me paid attention to her. A few compliments, a few invitations to exclusive events, and she'd become a very useful conduit for information when needed.

"I need to talk to you for a moment." She turned, looking surprised and pleased by the attention. "Of course, Alexandra. What can I do?" "I just sent a few photos to your phone... they're a bit delicate," I said calmly. "Could you discreetly make sure they reach the employees' WhatsApp group? You know, the one where you all share the... company gossip?" Rachel looked

intimately involved with a major client? That 1/3 compromises the integrity of the negotiations. He could be gaining commercial advantages through her- information other competitors don't have. Remember when she was accused of leaking the Franconian contracts? Imagine if this gets back to them." I watched

potential conflicts of interest. Let them draw their own conclusions. Just be discreet, all right? We don't want this to look like a witch hunt." "I understand. I'll... I'll share it now. "Thank you, dear. You're doing the right

photos would be circulating among Kensington employees, planting seeds of doubt about Annie's integrity. Now, it was time for the second part of my plan. I scanned the room until I spotted Tori near the bar, chatting with a few

of fashion, I booked an appointment at Neville Hair & Beauty next week. Do you know it? It's practically impossible to get in-they only take royalty and a few very... select people." Tori's eyes lit up instantly. "I'd love that. I've heard

something to enhance your natural features. You'd look divine with some golden highlights..." We chatted for a few minutes about trivial things, the kind of surface-level conversation Tori loved, and that allowed me to build a sense of intimacy and trust. That's when my phone began buzzing frantically with notifications.