making glint returned to his eyes, brighter than before. If she wasn't his grandson's secret fiancée, well, that was a problem that

an's eyes and immediately understood his tr

headache coming on. His grandfather'

and beckoning her closer. "A simple thank you isn't e

polite but distant smile. "Mr. Blackwood,

is personal!" Elias insisted. He cut straight to

ent, an image of her mentor, the one who taught her everything, flashed through her mind. A rare, s

on. An unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling, something sharp and tight, coi

?" he asked, gesturing to Damien as if he were a prize bull at a fair. "He's a bit grumpy, I'll admit, bu

h awkwardness. Damien looked like he

r, Mr. Blackwood," she said, her tone polite but firm. "I'm a

ght nod and tu

ai

pped her in the ha

expression carefully neutral. "For follow-up q

ver in seconds. She continued toward the elevators, where Arthur Price was already waiting, holding the 'down' button for her. Damien watched as t

e had been raised by the Millers. The pieces didn't fit. What was

spital room to find h

million. Don't let her get away!" He then waved a hand dismissively. "And while you're at it, it's tim

rgotten about that ridiculous, outdated arrangement. Now, it fe