Chapter 34
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A fter a week of endless business problems, Dylan had finally managed to arrange a flight to Brisbane.
He had to cancel the trip several times, leading him to believe that perhaps he wasn’t destined to sort out the mess with Sam.
However, he couldn’t get her out of his mind, and he knew he owed it to himself to find closure, one way or the other.
He wanted answers to several puzzling questions and Sam was the only woman who could provide them.
Striding to the front door of the Popov mansion, he took in the sweeping river views, the manicured lawns, and the impressive facade of the entrance with its marble tiled verandah, towering columns, and double wrought iron door, wondering for the hundredth time why a woman with this much wealth would want to work for him.
Despite what he’d learned in his investigations—that Samantha was in fact a princess—he still couldn’t shake the feeling she’d set her sights on him in the matrimonial stakes.
Why else would she have said it when he’d overheard her on the phone?
There had to be more behind her scheme in working for him and he wouldn’t leave Brisbane until he had answers.
He thumped on the door, out of his depth for the first time in years, and not relishing the feeling one bit.
As the door opened, he smiled when Peter, Sam’s brother, stepped toward him. But before he could say anything, Peter glowered at him and clenched his fist.
“What the hell are you doing here?”