My Billionaire Boss's Obsession: A Second Chance at Love

Thirty minutes before the private jet was scheduled to land, the air suddenly grew turbulent.

The red wine in Damian's hand sloshed, and the deep crimson liquid spilled down the side of the glass onto his custom-tailored trousers.

His fiancée, Tiffany, gasped, recoiling with a look of distaste. She pointed at me, snapping, "Are you completely incompetent? Can't even hold a glass steady? Hurry up and clean it for Damian!"

I immediately knelt on the thick leather carpet, a warm towel in hand.