is phone vibrated. It was Mr. Finch, the head butler at the Price family estate on Long Island

, the air in Theodore's study thick with the scent of old books and cigar smoke. His grandfather sat by

ed," Theodore said, his voice q

the doorframe. "It was her chi

n't be back. She took nothing from us. Not a cent of Price money.

ic," Heath insisted, his jaw tightening.

n his deep blue eyes was a physical blow. "You are a brilliant b

berate. "I don't care what you think. My ultimat

incredulous. "

n you can forget about inheriting Price Corp. I will

. To lose his birthright over her? A wave

e said, turning his back on h

Sean. "Find Eleanor Pennington. I want to know where she lives, what she'

ce hesitant over the phone. "Sir... Ms. P

luxury apartment building in Midtown? Are

ng. A Porsche Taycan. The apartment and the car are held by an LLC tied to her Ho

assumed had no money, living in a luxury high-ris

Grand. Now," he barked a

ss tower. He didn't get out. He just sat in the back, his eyes fix

tylish athletic gear, her hair in a high ponytail, laughing with the doorman. She l

n. Across the street, the lights of a brand-new, che

ged effortlessly into the flow of traff

ar feeling of defeat, surged through him. He shoved open his car door, stormed out onto the pavement,

d. He had never seen his b

How had she built all of this without

he thought he could discard like trash was leaving him behind