Liam
"She's rejecting the partnerships her stepmother arranged," Alex said, walking beside me as I exited yet another tedious dinner.
Sheila Hayes had orchestrated the evening as a thinly veiled date—a move I already regretted. I hadn’t agreed to impress her or give her any false ideas. My goal was simple: to extract crucial details about her company. She’d done a commendable job keeping it afloat after her father’s death, and that was the only reason I’d tolerated this ordeal.
But meeting Sheila Hayes turned out to be a waste of time. From the moment we exchanged handshakes and sat down to discuss business, she had veered off the professional boundaries I had firmly established.
It was obvious what she wanted—the same thing every polished, wealthy woman seemed to crave—a shallow rumor
