Jade sat back slightly in her chair, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate grace.
Her eyes held his, steady and unreadable, but her mind was already racing ahead.
The truth was, she didn't need this money. Not even a fraction of it.
Her husband, Ross, was a multi-billionaire—a powerful man whose fortune continued to grow like wildfire in every sector he touched.
Over the years, he'd given her so much money she could have built cities, bought islands, or commissioned her own moon base if she wanted.
If she stacked the cash he gave her in neat piles, she was fairly certain they'd reach the clouds.
But Jade had never been the type to sit on silk cushions and sip champagne all day.
That life, while alluring to many, felt hollow to her. She had grown up with drive in her blood and ambition stitched into her bones.
