Page 198 of The Rebel Billionaire

As if sensing my change in mood, Mitch looks across.

“Don’t worry. It’s why we’re here.”

“I appreciate it,” I say.

“You really aren’t what we were expecting,” he says suddenly.

“Dan said the same thing,” I say. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“All good,” he says with a smile.

“You mean, you were expecting a rebellious diva?”

His smile widens. “Something like that.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

We arrive back at the apartment.

“You never did tell me which cover is blown?” Mitch says.

“Elise, the creative director at St Clair, was tonight’s guest industry specialist. No one at St Clair is aware I’m taking this course.”

“Not even Alessandro?”

I drop my gaze.

“It hasn’t come up and…”

“You don’t want him to think you’re only with him because you want to be a designer?”

“Something like that,” I admit.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but don’t you think there are enough untruths between you?”

I harrumph. “That’s a very polite way of saying our entire relationship is based on lies.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, Harper, it’s not. All I’m saying is there are some things you don’t have to lie about.”

I drop my chin to my chest and close my eyes.

“Has there been any news?”

It’s Mitch’s turn to sigh.

“Nothing new. They’re still working through all the documents. If it was as simple as a name, we’d have the bastard.”

“You think it’s one man? A ringleader, kingpin?”

Mitch chuckles. “You’ve been reading too many spy stories.”

I chuckle. “Probably.”

“Whoever he is, he’s a nasty bastard. He’s also good at covering his tracks, but we’ll get him.”