The Jilted Tycoon's Vow

of Fine Arts glittered, reflecting what shou

hand-in-hand with me, but clasped firmly with Tony Johns,

echoed, shattering the stunned silence and every

oil tycoon, became a public spectacle, the jilted fia

w not a heartbroken son, but a "publicly c

ard as diamonds, as my father exiled me to the bruta

ht they ha

ir disappointment, a different

back, and I will dismantle everything the Chadwicks have eve