The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 478

I’m sorry, miss,” he said smoothly, “but if what you’re saying is true, then that only tells me one thing.”

His eyes dragged over her once. Unhurried. Disrespectfully casual.

“I paid for your time.”

Silence settled around them. Cruz tilted his head slightly.

“And trust me,” he continued, almost amused now, “women in places like that tend to blur together after a while.”

The woman’s expression stiffened. But he didn’t stop.

“You were there to pour drinks, smile prettily, and keep VIP guests entertained.” A faint shrug followed. “You did your job. I paid well. End of transaction.”

Every word landed colder than the last.

“Expecting me to remember you specifically is a little ambitious, don’t you think?”

A few nearby employees visibly went still. Even Bill looked uncomfortable now. But Cruz maintained the same composed expression.

Effortless. Untouched.

“Do you know how many women throw themselves at men like me on a weekly basis?” he asked casually. “If I remembered every face attached to a bottle service table, I’d need a personal archive.”

A man so used to wealth and influence that other people’s dignity barely registered to him.

“I spend money for convenience,” he said calmly. “For privacy. Not emotional attachment.”

Then his eyes narrowed slightly.

“So I’m curious why you suddenly felt the need to announce this in front of an entire department.”

A beat passed. The smirk returned.

“Unless,” he said lightly, “you convinced yourself one paid night actually meant something.”