. Unlike the flashy, modern mansions of the city's newly rich, this property was quiet about its wealth.
Beaumont. The elderly woman was dressed in an immaculate twee
ing the porcelain cup down with a soft clink. She
tter you needed my help with, Mrs. Beaumont," Bailey beg
on the verge of making a disastrous mistake. He's planning to marry a girl who has ambition written all ove
quietly, her exp
continued, her voice hardening with authority.
trange request, the older woman d
nd a place in our trust. I want you to stand in the spotlight so my grandson can see what a woman of tr
staggering-a golden ticket to unimaginable wealth and power.
just let out a so
ips. "Mrs. Beaumont, I am incredibly flattered
e. Deliberately sabotaging someone else's relationship, no matter how ill-advised you think it might be, crosses
ing through the room. "My worth isn't defined by comparing myself to
ection, a glint of genuine respect f
d, a faint smile appearing. "That is exceedingly rare
the heavy oak doors of the tea room opene
ndall has arri
beat, but her face remained a
dwood floor. Dorr Randall strode into the room,
man sitting gracefully across from his g
udden, intense panic washed over his handsome fa
to notice his internal cri
sturing toward the sofa. "Come and
for an agonizing second befo
about my plans to make h
ck to Bailey, his eyes
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