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CHAPTER 10 “Mom doesn’t know where Sir Arthur got moved either. It’s like he disappeared into thin air. You don’t have any contact with his assistant, do you?” Elizabeth slumped her shoulders and shook her head. “I sold my old phone.” Mr. Eldridge wasn’t on social media. So, there was no way she could reach him like she did with Dorothea. And she couldn’t just send a message through the Benzone Telco website either—that would definitely go straight to Martha.

The men exchanged glances before grinning triumphantly and leaving the club. “Fucking bozos!” She mumbled in annoyance. Meanwhile at Mr. Hill’s penthouse, Lizzie was dressed in a big white long sleeved shirt. Her hair was packed in a bun and she looked out the window of the penthouse with a cup of coffee in her hands, the skyline was beautiful at night. The sound of the door opening called her attention, when she turned back she found Mr. Hill staring directly at her. She turned back at the window and asked Mr. Hill, “Mr. Hill, what are your thoughts on marriage?” She took a sip of her coffee as she waited for Mr. Hill’s response.

Elizabeth Elizabeth was sitting at the kitchen counter, a cup of tea in her hands. The night was quiet in the mansion. She tried to distract herself by reading a book, but her eyes kept drifting to the cell phone lying on the counter beside her. “Just a minute,” she thought, picking up the phone and opening social media. She knew she shouldn’t torture herself like that, but she couldn’t help it. As she scrolled through her feed, she saw several photos from the business event taking place that night. Business influencers, columnists, and even the Walker Group’s official profile were posting about the formalization of the historic partnership between the Walker Group and the White Group, among

I ask, bypassing saying her how spellbinding she looks with her hair in messy waves hanging around her face, wearing a simple black tunic and gray leggings. “Ms. Hills accidentally bought too much at the farmers’ market today.” Elizabeth raises her eyebrows. “Imagine that.” I plow a hand through my hair, smiling. “Yeah, she’s…uh…” “Totally hot for you?” “That’s not how I’d phrase it but…yeah…I suppose so.” Elizabeth chops up a few more pieces of the carrot and adds them to the dish. “I can’t blame her.” She flicks her eyes up, a small smile playing on her lips. Inhaling deep, Elizabeth’s breasts rise and fall beneath her scoop-neck shirt.