I screamed, "That b***h!" and slammed the newspaper down on my desk. The headline glared up at me: Anderson Heir's Dark Secret: Housemaid Says r**e and Abandonment. My assistant, who was standing right behind me, jumped back in surprise. I pay him a huge salary—way more than he deserves. But somehow, he or that housemaid had talked to the press. She had gotten into my life, into my bed years ago, and now she was lying to destroy me.
"Find her," I ordered him, my voice full of anger. "I don't care how you do it. Pay people, threaten her—whatever. Just bring her to me alive."
"Yes, boss," he said quickly. He nodded and ran out of the office. The door slammed shut behind him.
Before I could even catch my breath, my secretary Elena rushed in. Her face was as white as a sheet. "Sir, the team
