THE MILLIONAIRE WAS PARALYZED WHEN HE REALIZED THE WAITRESS WAS WEARING HIS BELOVED’S RING...

THE MILLIONAIRE WAS PARALYZED WHEN HE REALIZED THE WAITRESS WAS WEARING HIS BELOVED’S RING... The crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the Anderson mansion's grand ballroom. Robert Anderson stood alone by the floor-to-ceiling windows, nursing a glass of scotch as he watched his fiftieth birthday celebration unfold before him. The cream of Greenwich society mingled throughout the marble-floored space, their laughter and conversations creating a symphony of privilege that had long since become white noise to him. "Happy birthday, Dad," Michael said, approaching with calculated smoothness. At twenty-two, his son was already a perfect product of their world – Harvard Business School, meticulously tailored suits, and ambition as sharp as the crease in his pants. "The board members are impressed with the quarterly projections. Harrison mentioned he'd like to discuss the Asian expansion with you."