Upstairs, Nicholas had no idea that Isabelle had just schemed against his nephew again. Under Imogen's inquisitive gaze, he took a sip of his coffee, his face an impassive mask.
"Nicholas, you really are... unbelievable," Imogen sighed, feeling as if she were meeting her son for the first time. Nicholas had always been aloof, maintaining a stoic expression no matter what. Even as a child, he had acted more mature than an adult.
He was the most outstanding of all her children, capable of handling a portion of the Carter Group's business at the tender age of fifteen. He could come up with money-making ideas that she herself couldn't even fathom.
Because of his cold and indifferent nature, she had always thought that her son would never find true love in his life and was destined to spend
