The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)



Lydia looked at Harry Incredulously. There was no way she was letting him follow her anywhere.

As though he could read her mind, Harry walked closer.

"If you want to meet that gallery director, this is the only way," he said and she went pale. Was he listening to her call while he was downstairs? How good were his ears?

She could tell he was serious. If she wanted to leave the house, she had to leave with him. He had been acting this way for a while and it was frustrating how clingy he was being.

Harry did not care. He was not stupid. It took a while, but he suddenly realised his girlfriend was from the stone family. He was not worried about the Madisons, Shaws or even the Greys hurting her. He was worried about those her family had sword allegiance to.

"You should go in and change, you don't want to meet him that way, right?" he asked and she nodded, turned around and walked back into the house.

No matter what, she had a meeting she needed to attend and had no time to deal with them.

She rushed upstairs and changed into a plait dress, before rushing down. She did not bother to dry her hair, figuring it would dry on the drive there. When she stepped out of the house, a car was waiting at the front door. She noted that Harry was in the driver's seat and Mark sat in front next to him.

She opened the car door and sat in the back quietly.

"I am going to the Hyacinth Gallery. Do you know where it is?" she asked them and Harry nodded.

On the drive over, she winded down the glass to let air into the car. She wanted to dry out her hair.

Harry lifted his eyes and watched Lydia through the rear view mirror. He saw Lydia running her hand through her hair, using the wind as a blow-dryer. Harry felt his throats go dry as he watched her. She was beautiful. Being watched that long, Lydia finally noticed Harry's heated gaze. It made her uncomfortable. She wondered if he were judging her for using the wind to dry her hair, so she stuck out her tongue at him and looked away.

The little action made Harry turn hot. He was not sure what to do with her.

She looked away and closed the window. The next moment, her phone vibrated and she looked to find that it was a text from her ex Aiden. For some reason, seeing his name frustrated her.

Aiden was asking if she would be joining his friends today. One of his friends was throwing him a bash. He was still delusional thinking she liked him. If he went to the same university as she did, Lydia was sure he would have given up when he saw Harry.

Lydia could not bother to answer. The thought of Aiden stressed her, so she wanted to block him. She barely had the chance when he texted again, asking her to bring his gift with her.

Gift? Lydia sneered. She recalled that he was the stingiest person she had ever met. He used to be really understanding when they started out, but he slowly became unreasonable, the more she backed off.

He knew she had no money but was asking for a gift? Lydia suddenly felt the need to tell him off, but before she could type anything, Aiden sent another text.

"Wear something nice," the text said and Lydia paused. He was delusional. He thought she was still one of his friends after what his friend had done to her in the past?

"I won't be coming. Have a good time," Lydia texted back and put away her phone. She was going to have to deal with Aiden sometime soon, but she did not have to do it now.

The next moment, her phone started vibrating. She could tell without looking that it was Aiden calling but did not bother to answer.

All this was noticed by the men in front. They could not see the text messages but could tell her mood had gotten worse after receiving it.

It took them about forty-five minutes to get into town as the mansion was far from the city. When they arrived at the Hyacinth Gallery, there was a cue in front.

Lydia made her way past them, guessing that there was an exhibition going on inside, but she was stopped at the door.

"My name is Lydia Stone. I am here for Mr Jason Dale, he is expecting me," she informed the security guards. They immediately notified someone for confirmation before letting Lydia in with Harry and Mark.

"There is no need to follow me, will not be running away," Lydia muttered to them.

"You can't run even if you want to. I can always find you," Harry said offhandedly.

Lydia muttered a curse under her breath and Mark chuckled at this.

A staff led them over to wait in Jason's office. After a few minutes, Jason Dale, a forty-five-year-old man with dark brown hair walked in. He looked at the trio before settling on Lydia.

"Lydia Stone, I presume," he said, extending his hand for a handshake and Lydia took it.

"I am. Nice to meet you, Mr. Dale. Ignore the tag-along. They are a bit clingy," Lydia excused Mark and Harry's presence as she shook his hand.

Her words made Mark chuckle but Jason seemed fine with it. He did not seem to mind their presence.

"It seems you are busy today," Lydia commented hinting at the crowd outside.

To this, Jason sighed. "No, a celebrity booked the gallery for a birthday gift and her fans got wind of it," Jason explained.

"You wanted to discuss something?" Lydia asked when they all took their seats.

"Your art has popped up a few times on my requests but several collectors said you don't sell it, so I was hoping I could change your mind," Jason explained and Lydia almost jumped.

Her head seemed to explode. She didn't sell? Her art has been requested by collectors? She was utterly confused.

"No collector has requested for my

et

art. I am sure I would remember this," Lydia hoped for further explanation. She was a struggling artist. st. She has been waiting for her big break only to be told her art was in demand? She could not believe it.

"Well, your manager, a man called Aiden has always informed collectors that your art is not for sale. I called and was told this. I asked to speak with you but was told you were not accepting inquiries. I pulled a few strings to get your number. I hope you will change your mind on this," Jason said and Lydia's mind was about to explode.

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Aiden? Aiden did this? Heat seemed to rise from her. Before anger could take over her mind, Lydia's phone rang.novelbin

It was Aiden. Just in time. Without thinking, she picked up the call.

"Where are you?" she asked darkly.

"What do you mean you are not coming? You remember Sandra, right? She booked a gallery for my birthday. How can my best friend

not show up?" Aiden asked. Lydet

could hear familiar music in the background. It was the same music playing in the gallery at the moment.

She could hear it from Jason's

office.

Sandra? Aiden's celebrity friend who is so obsessed with him? She suddenly had a feeling she knew where he was.

"The Hyacinth Gallery?" she asked.

"Yes. We are having lunch in the back garden, make sure to come. If you don't..." Aiden started to say, but Lydia ended the call quickly. Good, he is close. She was going to kill him.