The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 467

Chapter 204: Under New Faces-1

The office had gone quiet, but Ashcroft barely noticed.

His attention was fixed entirely on the phone in his hand, his gaze locked on one name as if it carried more weight than it should.

It didn’t make sense. It shouldn’t have mattered this much.

And yet-here he was, hesitating.

For a man who had never struggled to make a decision, this felt… ridiculous.

He was about to press it-then stopped, his thumb hovering over the screen.

With a quiet exhale, he changed his mind and opened Messenger instead.

He typed, We need to talk.

Ashcroft stared at the words for a full second before frowning and deleting them.

Too serious.

He tried again.

Let’s talk when I get there.

He studied it, jaw tightening-then deleted that too.”

Too stiff.

A breath left him as he dragged a hand over his face, forcing himself to try again, slower this time.

We have to talk… properly, when I get there.

He read it twice.

Then grimaced-and deleted it.

What the hell was he doing?

His jaw tightened as frustration crept in.

This was ridiculous. He had negotiated with criminals, dealt with hostile governments, stared down men who would kill without hesitation-yet somehow, sending Harper Lin a simple message had him second-guessing every word like an idiot.

His grip tightened slightly around his phone as the memory surfaced-uninvited, unwelcome, and far too clear.

That night in the cave-the heat between them, the way she felt against him, the way she sounded.

His eyes shut briefly.

The deal.

No attachment. No complications. Three months-and then it ended.

That was what they agreed on. No expectations. No questions.

Definitely not this-staring at her name on his screen like it meant something it wasn’t supposed

He looked at her name again.

Then, after a long pause, typed one final message.

If he wanted something, he didn’t wait around thinking about consequences-he moved. He took

He finished it.

That was who he was.

He needed to do something-anything-to finally define whatever this was between them, because not knowing was starting to piss him off.

His jaw set.

Then, before he could overthink it again, he pressed send.

The message vanished.

Delivered.

Ashcroft went still, staring at the screen like he could take it back if he tried hard enough.

“…Well,” he muttered under his breath.

Too late now.

Before he could spiral any further, the door to Damien’s private room opened.

Damien stepped out first, still wearing Hudson’s face. To anyone unaware, it would have been impossible to tell otherwise-same build, same posture, the illusion almost seamless at a glance.

He looked, for all intents and purposes, like Hudson himself stepping through the door.

Dressed in the fitted black elite security uniform of Blackwood Enterprises.