The Conquerer.

Grace sighed. The job was tougher than she thought but at least it was over now so she could go home. Once again she was one of the last people to leave the office but she was not ashamed about it.

Romeo waited for her and she thanked him for that. He had made her life much easier. She patiently sat in the back. The night was not a good time to drive and the number of drunk drivers only increased.

She scrolled through the phone and almost scrolled by but her eyes moved back to the post above and so did her fingers.

~ Forbes added Christian Miller in the hot list of billionaires. Adding the total amount of assets possessed by the family, The Miller family's net worth a hundred and forty Billion dollars. ~

"A hundred and forty Billion?" She whispered in amazement, "is it bad that I envy him?" She sighed and placed the phone face down. There was no need for her to think this.

They have not kept any contact over three years so there are chances that he would not keep a contact with her even now.

Her thumb hovered over the button of search. She considered making a quick second search on what her friend was up to.

She gulped and pressed go.

She read over the headlines and it was enough for her to understand what was going on in his life and what he was doing. The Christian that was not once interested, even slightly, in the busiest that his family carried out the generations has now grown his empire into billions and had conquered over Europe and Asia.

He had practically conquered the pharmaceuticals, hotels, restaurants, motors shops that did the outsourcing of materials for automobiles and what Fing not!

She scoffed, here she was working her ass off and he was taking the weekend off and vacationing.

Was it just her or the differences between them and grew more than she ever imagined them to be.

She sighed as the car came to stop. "Thank you, Romeo. Good night."

"Good night, Madam." He tipped and mocked Saluted to her making her smile slightly.

She watched the car roll on and was about to turn around when she saw a familiar bike. It was a vintage British bike.

It couldn't be. . . .now could it?

Grace shook her at the possibility. That would not happen. The media would have gone crazy if the billionaire returned.

She smiled at the watchman who opened the door for her and moved to the lift straight. Her shoulders ached and called for a good ol warm bath.

The best part of the apartment was the jacuzzi.

The doors opened to her floor and just as she stepped out. Someone else stepped in. Without looking at the Stanger, she went straight to the door of her apartment.

She felt weird. It was like a pull. She turned back there was no one there and even the doors of the lift closed by now.

Oh well, she opened the door to a grinning Lorelai. "Hello you!" Her Nana greeted. "So it's a biker now?"

"What?" Grace frowned, "Did you drink again?"

Lorelai groaned. "You kids are boring. I won't intervene. Good night."

"Good night." Grace muttered under her breath as she watched her grandmother walk to her room.

What was that?