her. His tone was clipped an

rille in Dallas. Seven o' cl

?" I asked, already

throw away on that gold-digging girl. We' re finalizing yo

before I

ts set up years ago to merge our family' s oil empire with their New York real estate dynasty. In

house, packing a bag,

nuinely concerned. "But Jennifer has been calling us no

nner," Chad added. "She thinks if she ca

ng. They had no idea they we

guys," I said, zipping m

nge sense of calm. The chaos was coming, but this time, I wasn't t

obert and Eleanor Lester, sat stiffly at one end of a long, polished table. A

hem sat Gabri

irk playing on her lips, and an aura of complete self-possession. She wore a simple, elegant black dress that probabl

ke it. We were just discussing the final terms of the me

eting mine over the rim of the glass. There was no

speak about stock options, the do

d, her hair a mess. She had perfectly craft

e filled with anguish. "How c

ified. The Chadwicks l

d on her flat stomach. She looked dire

voice rising dramatically. "You can' t let him marry