POV: Evelyn BennettMy heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was certain Alexander could feel it through the fine fabric of his suit jacket.The heavy mahogany double doors of the penthouse foyer swept open, and the silence of the room was shattered by the rhythmic, heavy thud of a silver-tipped walking cane.In walked Lord Edward Vance.At seventy-eight, the patriarch of the Vance dynasty was a formidable figure. Tailored three-piece charcoal suit, silver hair brushed back impeccably, and eyes as cold and piercing as shattered ice. Flanking him were two men in corporate attire Alexander’s cousin, Marcus Vance, and the family’s senior legal advisor.Marcus took one step into the penthouse, scanned the scene, and a sneering, victorious smile spread across his face."Well, well, well," Marcus drawled, crossing his arms. "Grandfather, it seems we caught our golden boy red-handed. The board vote is in two weeks, and Alexander is entertaining a random, half-drowned woman in his penthouse
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