Patent Pending

I had just returned from the world's largest tech summit when my mentor called. She has always been like a mother to me.

She told me she had arranged a marriage for me, with the daughter of a close friend of hers, Tania Jones.

She was a rising talent in the capital's business scene, and a number of my patents were licensed to her company, forming the core technology behind their latest products.

After working late in the lab, I changed into a carefully chosen suit and went to the engagement ceremony.

However, I was stopped at the entrance by Elias Yates, Tania's personal assistant.

He was wearing a perfectly tailored designer suit, every detail immaculate. He looked more like the groom than I did.

"If you know what's good for you, walk away," he said with an icy smirk. "An orphan with no background should know his place. You are not worthy of Ms. Jones."

I frowned and replied, "Does Tania know you are speaking on her behalf like this?"

Elias let out a mocking laugh.

"A kept man living off his mentor's reputation could never understand how important I am to Ms. Jones."

There was obsession and pride shining in his eyes.

I looked at him for a moment, then dialed Tania.

"If this is your idea of welcoming your fiancé," I said evenly, "then perhaps my patents should only be shown to you on paper, right before I sell them to your rival instead."

I'm an orphan who managed to finish school and get into one of the best research labs in the country, all because my mentor, Melissa Rogers, took me under her wing.

She cared for me like I was her kid.

That was why I tried to be patient with the guy she wanted me to marry.

If Tania Jones had sorted that mess out and given me a straight answer, I might have kept giving her chances.

"Simon? What's going on?"

The other end of the phone was buzzing with chatter, like she was surrounded by guests.

She dealt with the guests before casually bringing the phone to her ear, acting like she had not heard me before.

"Come get me, and we'll head into the event. Your assistant–"

I did not get to finish because she let out an annoyed click of her tongue. "You think you're royalty? Your legs are not working?

"I've got guests to attend to, no time to fetch you. Get here on your own."

All I got afterward was the busy signal.

Elias Holmes stifled a laugh, his gaze thick with sarcasm.

"Just doing what Ms. Jones said. If you want in, go ahead. I sure won't stop you."

I could keep my cool through the toughest experiments. However, dealing with that kind of nonsense? It just gave me a headache.

"Feeling pretty secure as an assistant, are you, Mr. Holmes? Making life difficult for the head's fiance at the auditorium doors is part of your career