The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 293

Chapter 138: Mira or Zeng

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Chapter 138: Hiro or Zero?-2

Then she continued smoothly, “Future husband is accurate. However, it’s not completely set

in stone.”

Maya tilted her head, curiosity sparking. “What do you mean, Aunt Dahlia?”

Dahlia’s gaze swept the room, her tone cool and calculated. “Unlike the Lockwoods, whose bloodline is strictly confined to royals, the Takahashi traditions aren’t about keeping everything within a single family. Their focus is on preserving a strong, undiluted bloodline- but that doesn’t exclude outsiders. That’s why they don’t restrict themselves to just their own. In fact, the four other families are considered part of their inner circle.”

She paused, letting the weight of her words settle before continuing. “Harper may be matched to Hiro. But… if she were to fall in love with someone else-someone capable of matching her family in status and power-the match could be reconsidered. Tradition binds them, yes, but strength and alliances carry more weight than blood alone.”

James cleared his throat, stepping forward with a sly grin. “That said… obviously the boss is already taken. And anyone from the Volkov bloodline? Definitely bad news. And… well… Mr. Ashcroft here is adamant there’s no connection between him and Ms. Lin, so that’s also a no-go. So… is there anyone else who could even be a potential match?”

Harper blinked, caught off guard, her cheeks warming. She waved her hands, trying to soften the bluntness. “Oh, come on, you’re making it sound so… bad. I mean… honestly, Hiro isn’t that terrible. Actually… he’d be a good husband.” She gave a small, awkward shrug, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Ashcroft’s throat worked, as if swallowing down words he refused to voice. A flicker of something dangerous crossed his features, barely contained-a mix of jealousy, possessiveness, and unspoken warning that made the air around him tense.

Damien’s eyes flicked to Ashcroft, catching the subtle tightening of his jaw and the narrowing of his eyes. Knowing his friend well enough to read between the lines, a sly grin spread across Damien’s face. “You know what, Harper?” he said, voice teasing, almost conspiratorial. “Maybe you can invite this Hiro over one day… and we can all go out on a little

double date.”

The words hung in the air like a spark. Ashcroft’s eyes widened ever so slightly, a flush creeping up his neck. The dangerous flicker in his expression intensified, barely restrained, while Harper froze mid-shrug, caught between amusement and mortification.

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