Samuel Davis was an investor. He had appeared in elite circles only recently, seemingly out of nowhere, like a ghost who had decided to become real. His wealth was significant, his connections extensive, but his background was vague. There was not much detail available: no birth certificate, no school records, no family history. Just his height, his build, his hair color, and a list of his girlfriends.
Leo's eyes moved down the page.
Samuel had been linked to over twenty women. Each one was mostly actresses, models, and socialites. The relationships never lasted long. A few months at most, sometimes only weeks. The women were always beautiful, always successful, always photographed on his arm at galas, premieres, and exclusive parties.
According to the rumors, Samuel was a man without commitment. He dated, he charmed, he moved on. No hard feelings or messy breakups. Just a trail of women who had been briefly dazzled and then forgotten.
Leo's eyes narrowed.
