melled of roasted lamb

. The red silk dress clung to her

s sweating through his suit. He chewed with his

held a glass of Merlot. "Oops,"

ross Francisqui's la

hand slip?" K

e table. He grabbed a cloth napkin. "L

hand pressed ont

ntact. She shot out of her chair. Her hand gri

n the table. He glared at h

She couldn't breathe. She lo

w open. The butler stumbled bac

stammered. "Mr. Li

dropped his fork. It clattered aga

rle

ed black velvet suit. A cashmere blanket covered his legs. His skin was

qui's leg as if he had been burned. Every ma

He forced a sickeningly sweet smile.

didn't look at Franklin.

cisqui. He saw the wine stain.

Owen?" Burleigh's voice was smoo

own her spine. She stared back

hear the Owen Group is bleeding cash. Selli

s forehead. "Burleigh, pleas

ing?" Burleigh asked. He

d metal Centurion Black Card. He tossed it onto the ce

Burleigh said. "Sh

r face turning pur

s her opening. She walked to the table. She picked up

eelchair. She leaned down. Her l

a vice. She dug her fingernails into her palms, using the sharp, grounding pain to fight the psych

ea

out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. She held it

etely rigid. His pupils dilat

from hers. "Fascinating," he murmu

turned him around and pushed him out of the dining roo