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“Sir, I’m finished with my calculations.”

I turned to her.

“Lay it on me, Jenna.”

“If we go through with Fritz’s plan on the most basic level, you’re looking at an increase to your net worth of four billion.”

My brows climbed high on my face. That wasn’t a number to sneeze at, even for me. It would be a roughly one-fifth increase in my net worth.

“That sounds almost too good to be true, Jenna.”

“I thought so too. I crushed the numbers three times and got the same result. Would you like to hear the aggressive, controversial model’s predictions?”

“Yes,” I said, my heart beating faster. I felt a heady rush, anticipating the next words to tumble out of her mouth.

“On a conservative estimate, you’re looking at an increase of eight billion to your net worth.”

Almost a third. That was too tempting to ignore.

“All right.” I turned to Fritz and encompassed him in my gaze as well. “Let’s say, hypothetically, we pull the trigger. How do we maximize this?”

“Controversy,” Jenna said. “Controversy Creates Cash.”

It was one of her favorite mantras. Lately, Fritz had picked it up as well.

“I concur with Jenna, sir,” Fritz said. “The best way would be to generate controversy, with drama, romance, passion, all of that good stuff.”

“Hmm. Okay, Cecil B. DeMille, what’s your endgame?”

“A sudden marriage right out of the blue.”

“What?” I sputtered. A fake relationship was one thing, but that suggestion had me reeling.

“A fake marriage, of course. Think about the headlines. Ruthless playboy—tamedand turned into a loving husband to everyone’s sheer, utter shock.”

He wound down, and then quickly composed himself.

“Of course, that’s not acceptable to you, sir. So perhaps—”

“No.”

He closed his mouth again, but his eyes opened wider than ever.

“Sir?”

“Let’s do it. Let’s do the marriage. I never do things halfway. I made my fortune by goingallthe way. I’m all in on this.”

Fritz and Jenna started talking all at once.

“We need to create a list of celebrities suitable—”

“We’ll have to vet every one of those candidates, Fritz. How would we—”

“What if we did an old flame? A second chance romance kind of thing?”

“No, too sweet and Hallmark channel for Evan. No one would buy it. It has to be a sudden storm of love.”

“Jenna, what does that even mean?”