. Unlike the flashy, modern mansions of the city's newly rich, this property was quiet about its wealth.

Beaumont. The elderly woman was dressed in an immaculate twee

ing the porcelain cup down with a soft clink. She

tter you needed my help with, Mrs. Beaumont," Bailey beg

on the verge of making a disastrous mistake. He's planning to marry a girl who has ambition written all ove

quietly, her exp

continued, her voice hardening with authority.

trange request, the older woman d

nd a place in our trust. I want you to stand in the spotlight so my grandson can see what a woman of tr

staggering-a golden ticket to unimaginable wealth and power.

just let out a so

ips. "Mrs. Beaumont, I am incredibly flattered

e. Deliberately sabotaging someone else's relationship, no matter how ill-advised you think it might be, crosses

ing through the room. "My worth isn't defined by comparing myself to

ection, a glint of genuine respect f

d, a faint smile appearing. "That is exceedingly rare

the heavy oak doors of the tea room opene

ndall has arri

beat, but her face remained a

dwood floor. Dorr Randall strode into the room,

man sitting gracefully across from his g

udden, intense panic washed over his handsome fa

to notice his internal cri

sturing toward the sofa. "Come and

for an agonizing second befo

about my plans to make h

ck to Bailey, his eyes