THE HOMELESS MAN SHE TOOK HOME… OWNED THE COMPANY THAT WAS ABOUT TO DESTROY HER

Because suddenly this was no longer a harmless social experiment.

Now the woman feeding him dinner was unknowingly being hunted by his empire.

—

Meanwhile, across the city—

Cynthia uploaded the video.

“FROM GENIUS TO BEGGAR  LOOK WHO I FOUND TODAY!”

Within hours it exploded online.

Millions of views.

Cruel comments.

Mockery.

Jessica watched the video repeatedly from her luxury apartment, unease growing in her stomach.

Because something about Daniel’s eyes bothered her.

He hadn’t looked broken.

He had looked…

calm.

Too calm.

Then her phone rang.

Private number.

She answered nervously.

“Hello?”

A deep male voice spoke:

“Miss Jessica Oafur?”

“Yes?”

“Daniel Amadi would like to invite you to a private gathering tomorrow evening.”

Jessica froze.

“What?”

“Formal attire required.”

The line disconnected.

Her blood ran cold.

Because poor homeless men did not send invitations like that.

—

Back at the penthouse, Felicia prepared the guest room herself.

“You can stay here tonight,” she said.
“You don’t need to sleep outside anymore.”

Daniel looked at her quietly.

Most women he met wanted power from him.
Money.
Access.

Felicia offered him safety before knowing who he really was.

Dangerous woman, he thought.

Not weak.

Dangerous to his heart.

Then suddenly—

her phone rang.

She answered immediately.

And the color drained from her face.

“What do you mean the board approved it?!”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed.

Felicia stood abruptly.