Chapter 9 - Meeting Baby Owen Inside The Tiny Cramped Apartment
The next afternoon, Adrian’s luxury car parked quietly down the narrow residential street in Marissa’s neighborhood.
Instead of waiting for her to come to him, Adrian decided to walk up the creaking wooden stairs himself.
He raised his hand and knocked twice on the weathered paint of apartment number 4B.
The door swung open slowly, revealing Marissa holding little Owen on her hip with wide, apprehensive eyes.
“Mr. Whitmore... what are you doing here?” she whispered, glancing nervously up and down the empty hallway.
“May I come in, Marissa?” Adrian asked softly, his voice devoid of any corporate authority or boss-like distance.
She stepped aside, allowing the powerful Boston millionaire to duck his tall frame into her tiny living room.
Owen stared up at Adrian with big, curious brown eyes, reaching out a tiny hand to grab his coat button.
Adrian looked around the cramped apartment, seeing the peeling wallpaper, the small heater, and the worn furniture.
“I read the file, Marissa,” Adrian said quietly, turning to face her with deep regret etched across his face.
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“I know what Richard Sterling stole from your husband, and I know why you’ve been struggling to buy formula.”
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