m Sloane Bishop, Duke's assistant: 'Madam Matilda expects your presence at the Hamptons estate for dinner. The car is waiting downstairs.' There was no

ly's black SUV. The vehicle was speeding d

ut of her purse and ta

ws alert. A high-definition photo of the Sot

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ction paddle. The comment section was exploding with gossip,

e pressed the lock button. The screen went black

ed window. The lush, green trees of Long Is

he massive wrought-iron gates of the Morrow estate. I

s private driver, hurried out a

rmally, hiding the limp in her right ankle as she

was waiting in the foyer. She

hallway lined with priceless oil paintings.

sat rigidly in a floral armchair. A cup of

uth softened into a warm smile. She waved a wrinkled ha

the glass screen of an iPad resting on the coffee

rash for that Christabel woman?" Matilda d

pike Matilda's blood pressure. "It's just corporate PR,

the heavy oak double doors o

ring a tailored navy suit. The air ar

Camelia, who was sitting close to hi

ainst the marble floor. The shar

. "Buying jewelry for an outsider and letting your

athered. He shot a look at

voice dripping with sarcasm. "Running to

inching. "I didn't say a word about you

believe a single syllable. He looked at

e tonight, Duke. You will have dinner with y

controlled the family trust. He yanked out th

and started typing an email. He di

eatly in her lap. She sat perfectly still, letting th