room was cavernous, illuminated by the harsh
Doctor Strong's arm as their shoes cli
gene Morse. She wore a severe, charcoal-gray suit
issile. Her gaze dragged up and down Gidget's Chanel su
ong's arm smoothly and wal
ntly, a butler appeared like a ghost and
fe and fork. She tapped them aga
ommanded absolute
cratic condescension. "I assume, as the new wife of a
he offered a polite, impenetrable smil
wed. She didn't acce
e stated coldly. "They do not need women who create spectacles
d suffocating. The temperature in t
in. She kept her smile plastered on her face. She opened her mout
ak, Doctor Strong se
the saucer with
rectly onto his mother. The air around him
aid. His voice was low, smooth, and completely unyield
ful. She stayed with me until the early hour
se crossed her face. Her eldest son rarely spoke a
ssion for a lie. The business excuse was the ultim
The hostility in her eyes dialed back s
, fine," Imogene sniffed. "
l of the table, Imogene lo
mily prioritizes health and longevity. That
ver fork. She calmly sliced of
ht and conversational. "It's baked with gluten-free oats and orga
ate bite, chewed
a very low glycemic index. Given your recent concerns with your blood sugar
ed slightly. She was
r and took a long, rigid sip of Earl G
Strong watching her. A faint, almost impercept
of her muffin. She had
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