The suit had been Eleanor's gift to him, a brand he didn't recognize, top-grade wool, unmistakably expensive.Julian dug up all six suits she'd bought him over the years and called David.David sped over to Crestview, assuming an urgent work matter, and instead found himself handed six garment bags."These are yours now. Give them away, throw them out, whatever you want." Julian's voice was clipped, ice cold, and David could tell he was working hard to keep it that way.The suits were clearly high-end, immaculate, never worn. David wasn't about to trash them.Confused as he was, all he managed was, "Thank you, Mr. Cross."Once the suits were out of the apartment, Julian expected to feel better. He didn't. He was still edgy enough to reach for a cigarette.He was on his third when his father called.At the same moment, back at Fenwick & York, Eleanor was still trying to reach Caleb when a group of men in dark suits stormed the conference room.She froze.She recognized every one of the
Última actualización : 2026-09-03
INICIAR SESIÓN
