After a hearty breakfast, Allen Morgan shed his casual morning attire and donned a meticulously tailored charcoal suit. Before he could even consider clearing the breakfast dishes from the mahogany table, Olga Finlan—usually the epitome of leisure—practically shoved him out of the luxury suite. Her eyes were bright with a secret, mischievous amusement; she knew that the man the world saw as a disgraced house husband was about to reclaim his rightful throne.
There were barely ten minutes remaining before the high-stakes investment conference was scheduled to commence.
Allen paused momentarily before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the hushed, carpeted corridor of The Gilded Resort. The reflection staring back was a sharp departure from the unassuming son who had spent the last three years
