Chapter 12

“We’re here, sir,” his chauffeur said.

Richard McDowell looked up from the screen of his phone and out the window of his car, realising that they had reached the venue for the ball thrown by M & S Group. He sighed deep into his chest and tucked the phone into the pocket of his suit coat, stealing a glance at the young woman sitting next to him on the plush seat of the car.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked Cecelia as he watched his step-sister redo the clasp of the diamond necklace around her neck.

Cecelia raised her eyes at him, her delicate brow furrowed with confusion. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant about the whole thing. “We don’t have to be here. I don’t feel like it.”

“Are you insane?” She scoffed, incredulous at his behaviour. “This is one of the most exclusive parties in the year. How can we not attend?”

Well, that was one thing for sure. He couldn’t deny that. The only problem was, he wasn’t feeling that well. Since the incident a year and a half