Lucas arched one eyebrow and tucked the card away smoothly, completely unbothered. Then he pinned his gaze straight on me.
"What game are you playing now, Tara? Did you team up with the auction house to squeeze me out?"
I didn't need to lift a finger or say a single word in response. The auction staff stepped forward and held up the daily up-limit chart for Gray Group's stock right in front of his face.
Those stark, unforgiving numbers didn't lie.
Only then did Lucas really look at me, his dark brows drawing together tightly into a frown. "You're messing with Gray Group's stock just to play your silly little games of house with me? Tara, how did I never see what an irresponsible, reckless brat you were before?"
Irresponsible? Reckless?
Come on. I was the beloved daughter of the Hale
