The Secret Heiress They Tried To Erase

open, and a wave of fresh energy

him was an older gentleman with silver hair and an air of quiet importance, Mr

xample of Greenwich's Gilded Age architecture..." War

ed mid-s

ttered porcelain glittering on the floor, the hostile tableau of h

g. "Warren, you're finally back," she said,

cle's side, pointing a finger. "Uncle Warren!

e imposing figure of the man standing with her. He didn't recognize him. In his mind, this w

s gaze. The councilman's brow was furrowed,

eat to the business deal Warren was t

ce a low, angry command. "Elara! What is the me

ance: sacrifice the one person in

condemnation, without a single question asked,

eply, Damien's deep voice

For what,

, facing Warren

m. The sheer force of personality radiating from this stranger was palpable. This w

er, "this is a private family matter. Whatever happened

family matter? Your niece publicly shoves another member of yo

Warren's complexion turned a shade redder.

e characters in the drama, his express

his thumb and forefinger. His tone softened, shifting from aggression

, to get this man aside

Elara who

sonated with an unshakable firmne

not ap

rson who should be apologizing is her." She lifted her han

e was not hiding behind him. She was standing her

ly sputter. This girl, this charity case, was actively

trembling finger at he

and on his arm. "Father, please don't be angry. My sister didn't mean for a

n his dark eyes. His hand twitched at his side, as if he were abou

a daughter who wouldn't yield, and an important political figure who was witnessing