The moment James ended his call, William rushed in. "Boss, we've ID'd that mystery caller. It's Charlotte Brown—the spoiled princess of New York's Brown dynasty."
"Her?" James' lips curled in a cold smirk. "Should've guessed. Desperate to keep Daniel from falling for Eva, isn't she?"
"Sir, there's more. Years back, Miss Brown investigated Ms. Smith's origins. She knows about the Cook family connection."
James' face darkened instantly. "You're telling me this b***h knows I'm not a real Cook?"
"Odds are high."
"Tch." James stroked his jaw, eyes glinting dangerously. "Another lamb to the slaughter. Watch her every move. When she slips up—we pounce."
"On it!" William turned to leave, only to freeze at James' icy addendum:
"Once you grab her, squeeze out exactly how she learned Eva and I
