s reached her ears, Laurie White's sharp to
. "Lainey has followed my son for six years, and every time she meets
together before she
and even if I tossed out ten crates of luxury caviar, Lainey would never
what you
n voice made L
d you come back?" La
lf before entering my own h
ite. I was only joking,
iff, and her smile w
ray and lowering herself onto the sofa. She crossed her legs
ted a little caviar, and Bruno raised his voice at me. He has no
Miss White," he said quickly. "Your father brought the caviar bac
sprawled on the sofa, its whiskers stil
a recent present f
cing her to clean after it. Even when it bit her, he b
as absurd. Since when did a
White, this caviar tastes horrible. What if my son became ill from it?" She sniffed lightly. "I
a lesson," Lainey s
a proud glanc
ked coolly. "This is what h
calm tone. "I was
face. "What did you say? Do you really thi
ey's gaze, pale light
or your son to pretend
said loudly. "Hand over that three mil
d from Lainey, fill
onged to your son?" She held her gaze. "And why would I e
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