Chapter Sixty-Three
*A Father's Ultimatum*
The silence after Saphira’s cruel laugh was icy. Leonor Louis’s face, usually soft and yielding, was set in hard lines.
“That’s enough,” he said, his voice low but carrying a new, unfamiliar weight. He looked not at Saphira, but through her, as if making a decision he’d put off for twenty years. “Since you find marriage such a humorous topic, Saphira, let’s discuss yours.”
Naomi’s head snapped up from the wedding invitation she was glaring at. “Leonor, what are you—”
“Jacob Rysdon,” Leonor continued, ignoring his wife. “His son, Elias, is returning from his MBA in Switzerland next month. The Rysdons own half the commercial real estate in the financial district. Jacob is a known, respected man. I have already spoken with him. Elias would be am
