Genius Undercover: the Billionaire Heiress’Return

"Meet me in front of the Imperial Hotel. And there's something I need you to look into..." The woman lay sprawled across the hotel's king-sized bed, the smooth expanse of her shoulders and back bare, her delicate shoulder blades like wings. The curve of her collarbone was elegant, leading up to full, red lips, slightly parted. The rest of her face was hidden beneath the covers, only the glint of her emerald eyes betraying her thoughts. Allison Cresswell reached for the phone, hickeys still vivid on her skin from the passionate night. The blanket draped over her, concealing her stunning curves. After a brief conversation, she hung up. An hour earlier, she'd been riding in the Cresswell family's car, rolling into New York. The chauffeur had dropped her off at this hotel and told her to wait in the room. The second she stepped inside, she realized she had walked right into a trap! Thankfully, Allison had managed to take down the three drugged men in the room. But the effects of the drug were too strong, and she started to feel dizzy. In her hazy state, a handsome man burst into the room, his eyes filled with concern as he steadied her. Allison was taken aback. Did he know her? Why did he seem so worried about her? Or was he up to something no good? "Who are you?" Allison asked, pushing against the man's chest, but it only made her seem like she was trying to play hard to get. The man's brows furrowed with helplessness. He pondered for a beat and smirked. "Look, I know you've been drugged, and I'm here to help..." Allison froze. This guy somehow looked like some kind of gigolo... As her head cleared, the heat in her body intensified, yet the man's touch was oddly soothing. Compared to the three creeps from earlier, this guy was definitely an upgrade. Maybe she wasn't totally screwed after all. She shrugged out of her clothes and rose up on her toes to kiss him. The man stiffened for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her waist, and they melted into a passionate kiss... ***** The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and a tall figure could be seen faintly through the frosted glass door. The sight of him in the shower, his silhouette against the steamy glass, reminded her of everything that had happened between them. Allison could still feel the warmth of his large, hard c**k inside her body. She had just finished getting dressed when the bathroom door swung open. A tall, well-built figure stood before her, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The man's face was chiseled, but his lips gave him a cruel edge. His arms were strong and muscular, giving her a sense of security, especially when he was holding her waist, thrusting his c**k inside her p***y. Speaking of which, he did have quite a nice c**k. Along with his chiseled, alluring face, he was born to be a gigolo. As Allison sized him up, the man was also staring at her, his eyes sharp. His gaze was soulful and filled with warmth as he looked at her, but she knew this was all business despite his good looks. "The password is six ones. I've said I will pay you." Allison walked up to the man with a blank expression and handed him a card. The man glanced at the bank card, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes. "What do you mean by this, Ms. Creswell?" Allison's face hardened, her eyes narrowing with hostility as she looked at him. "How do you know my name?" She was sure she hadn't told him her name before. There was only one possibility left... This man was the one who set her up? Allison's eyes turned cold, seemingly exuding a sense of malicious intent. She lunged towards him, pressing a silver needle against his neck. "Tell me the truth!" she hissed. The man, unfazed, calmly explained, "Someone knocked on the door while you were asleep, asking for a Ms. Allison Cresswell. I figured they were looking for you." Allison let out a sigh of relief, but she didn't let her guard down. She pushed the needle closer, almost breaking the skin. "What did you tell them?" "I said I've never seen an Allison, and they left," the man said, shrugging his shoulders. Allison stared into his eyes for a moment until confirming he wasn't lying. She then withdrew the silver needle from his neck. "What happened today was an accident," she said. "There's a million dollars in this car. Consider it your compensation." Allison's voice was cold as she warned, "And keep your mouth shut. Do not talk about what happened today, or I won't let you off. Got it?" The man couldn't help but chuckle. He was Tristan Davenport, for God's sake, the president of the Davenport Group. Now, he was not only mistaken for a gigolo but also got threatened... And she didn't even seem to recognize him, which kind of let him down! He'd rushed to her rescue the moment he'd learned she was in trouble, and she was trying to pay him off with a card? A shadow of coldness flickered in his eyes. "Ms. Cresswell, you are truly heartless." The man pulled up a false smirk. "So, the money on this card is not just a tip but also hush money?" "Think whatever you want." Allison didn't even look at him as she strode towards the door. Tristan picked up the card, noticing the complete lack of interest on her face. He pressed down the urge to spill his true identity and decided it was best to keep this strictly business. Explaining everything would only complicate things... As soon as Allison was out of sight, his phone buzzed. A wicked grin spread across his face as he answered. "The Cresswell family banquet? My dear Ms. Cresswell, it looks like we'll be crossing paths again soon!" ***** The moment Allison left the room, a man in a hotel uniform spotted her. His eyes widened, and he scrambled for his phone to make a call. She was lightning fast, grabbing the phone and smashing it before delivering a vicious kick to his gut. He went flying into the stairwell, his head cracking against the wall, knocking him unconscious. Allison brushed off her clothes with a sneer. She wouldn't give him a chance to alert anyone. Meanwhile, a car was already waiting for her at the hotel entrance. As soon as she slid in, Felicia Meyer, behind the wheel, handed her a change of clothes. "Why is it you who picked me up?" Allison asked. Felicia tossed her wavy brown hair. "I sent the others on different errands. Plus, you're my boss. I figured I'd come give you the rundown myself since you're in New York." Allison took the clothes and quickly changed in the backseat. Felicia studied the marks on Allison, hesitating to speak. "Did you find out what I asked you to look into?" Allison asked without looking up. "Just like you thought," Felicia replied, "the mastermind behind the chauffeur is your half-sister, Regina Cresswell." Allison clenched her fists. "She won't get away with this tonight." Felicia continued, "Oh, and the patent for that H compound you developed? It's been approved. Professor Hudson, the one who's been trying to get you to join his lab, heard you'll be at your grandfather's banquet and plans to find you there tonight." She looked at Allison with admiration. Who would have thought that the developer of the world-renowned H compound was this girl, not even twenty years old, and whose assets could rival those of the Davenport family, the wealthiest family in New York? Everything was set, and Allison spoke up, "Alright. Gracewood Hotel. Let's go!" She was ready to face her "dear" sister head-on!!