hampagne flute, her eyes raking over Ivy's sca
l the pale sunlight caught the oversized diamond drops at her ears. "How did you get past t
speck from the gold buttons of her scarle
her voice smooth and chillingly level. "Did Meadowbrook relax it
ched cuffs of his new designer jacket, his posture p
d sentry. "This isn't a college dining hall where you can throw water and play the victim. The
es devoid of any lingering war
ntrol here, Jordy?
furious crimson, the veins bu
m. "The Bentley family holds a permanent box at this club. You are an uninvited trespasser stalking me. Lea
alice, resting her manicured hand
ing tables where several prominent Manhattan dynasties were quietly taking tea. "One word from him to the managing board,
ow, mocking smile curving t
un
f that reclusive financial emperor, while her actual tether to power was likely just th
ennedy, her posture commanding and tall. "Call your uncle. Summon th
rmurs rippling across the terrace as they recognized the subtle, anci
ut an angry, heavy hand to grab Ivy by the shoulder
nd get out of her
the heavy scarlet wool, Ivy's
L
the stone terrace with t
balance. He stumbled back two paces against an empty cast-iron table, a bright, bloomin
," Ivy said softly, her dark eyes flash
as she lunged forward, her diamond-clad right hand swinging in a w
s coiling to counter the blow,
her, an overwhelming, suffocating
bezel of a Patek Philippe glinting at the c
nding wrist mid-air, halting the strike two in
nnedy dead in her tracks, ra
into instant, p
against her back, his dark cashmere overcoat radiating a terrify
ened around Kenne
force made Kennedy's lips part in a strangled, soundless gasp, al
s ice-blue eyes completely devoid of human me
rolled over the terrace like a de
veret murmured softly, "the Bentley
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