The Billionaire's Revenge: Billionaire Brothers Billionaire Bachelors (Tycoon Billionaires Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

you’re so wise. I’d love to take you out to dinner and get to know you better. We could talk about the world and our place in it. Then perhaps we can go back to my place and I can make love to you all night long – possessing your beautiful body with the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Why don’t you ditch your no-good boyfriend and get with a man who actually cares about you?’
    But instead he smirked and said, “Did you read that in a fortune cookie?”
    She huffed, composing her snarky retort, but – before she could speak – she was interrupted by the sound of the elevator pinging at the other end of the corridor. She dropped out of the conversation and leaned forward to grab her purse, as if she’d been waiting for whoever this was. But – as they both saw a man step out into the corridor – her expression dropped to terror.
    Joseph’s primal instincts jumped into action to protect her and he prepared himself to fight. The guy looked about thirty, and he was dressed in scruffy jeans and an old coat. His brown hair was receding, but he seemed like a man on a mission. And – from the look of his demeanour – his orders were coming directly from an insane part of his brain.  He halted partway down the corridor and inspected the nameplate on one of the other doors, oblivious to Joseph and Eleanor.
    “Who is it?” Joseph whispered.
    Eleanor’s gaze was fixed on him. “He’s a journalist, or at least he was. Bob Crowe. He was imprisoned last year for using illegal techniques to acquire stories. He was sued by that Hollywood director – do you remember?”
    Joseph frowned as the story drifted into his memory. “Oh yeah. He used coercion techniques to expose a malicious bit of gossip, right? Can’t remember what it was now.”
    “Right. He broke all kinds of privacy laws.” Eleanor lowered her voice. “It’s terrible, I mean, what kind of reporter uses underhand methods like that to get a story?”
    “Probably most of them who work for this organisation.”
    She ignored this slur and eyed-up Bob with caution. “I thought he was in prison. I wonder what he’s doing here. He must’ve been released.”
    Joseph watched as the rogue journalist sauntered towards them. “Well,” Joseph said to Eleanor, “the way I remember it, News Scape dropped him like a hot potato – they washed their hands of him and abandoned him to the judge and jury. Maybe he’s back to tell Robertson what life in jail was like.”
    As Bob drew closer, he suddenly noticed them and burst into life. “It’s corruption! They’re controlling the world – it’s a plot again our civil liberties!”
    Joseph stood up and held out his hands. “Now, come on. You sound like a conspiracy nut.”
    Bob delved manically into the inside pocket of his coat, and Joseph watched coolly, expecting him to pull out a secret document or something, but the atmosphere exploded with dread as Bob’s hand came out holding a semi-automatic military pistol.
    Joseph’s palms twitched as he suppressed the desire to grab the weapon. The seconds dripped by like sticky tar as his brain tried to figure out what to do. Nothing existed now apart from his raw emotion, which merged in the air around him, stretching his essence wide across the room, hoping to prevent anything bad happening to the woman he loved.
    Joseph unglued his feet and subtly positioned himself in front of her. He’d never realised it before, but – yes – he would take a bullet for her. Although hopefully he wouldn’t need to today.
    Bob spoke in a measured voice. “Blair Robertson needs to be obliterated. I’ve come to fulfil my destiny.”
    Joseph forced himself to remain cool, realising he’d need to placate this nutjob and grab that gun before anyone got hurt. He muttered to Eleanor, “What did you say his name was?”
    “Bob Crowe,” she whispered, gripping the leather couch with tense fingers.
    Joseph set his expression to tough-yet-sympathetic. “Come on, Bob,