Chapter 39. Too Attractive

CHARLOTTE

I breathed in sharply.

“How old were you when you left the seminary?”

“Fourteen.”

“Where did you go?”

“Homeless shelter. Stayed there for almost two years. But I kept learning. Built a prototype that caught the attention of a small investor. Sold the idea. Bought my first house when I was nineteen.”

I stared at him.

No words. No thoughts.

Just awe. He bought his first house at nineteen. At that age, I was depressed, obsessing over boys who didn’t like me.

He didn’t have it easy, yet he kept hustling his way to the top.

“However, it wasn’t so easy. I got male clients who wanted to sleep with me because they thought I made it that way. At such a young age, people pointed fingers, saying I was a pretty boy entangled with billionaires. At some point, I was framed. I don’t usually open up to anyone, so I fought through it. I hit the gym and got tattoos to appear more masculine. However, I was still judged by my facial