Poor Bread Seller Was Kind to a Mechanic… Not Knowing He Was a Billionaire’s Son and This Happened.

“Yes.”

“Without my name?”

“Yes.”

“Without my money?”

Daniel paused only a second. “Yes.”

Richard held his gaze. “Once you leave this house, you will not be Richard Harrison’s son. No bodyguards. No luxury accounts. No calling my assistants when life becomes uncomfortable.”

Daniel felt fear and excitement rise together inside him.

“That’s exactly what I want.”

For the first time that evening, Richard’s expression softened. “You may discover something important out there.”