NICHOLAS RENOIR didn't understand why he decided to spend such an ridiculous amount of money to get Clarissa Langston to share his table. He doubted the other two men would have reached to fifty thousand yet he felt that the two hundred was nothing compared to what he earned. Clarissa Langston didn't have a price tag. She was priceless. It disturbed him a lot that, for every short period of time that he had the chance to get a glimpse for her, she intrigued him more and more and he wanted to be in her presence all the time.
Now she sat next to him, carrying a polite conversation with his mother and brother. She struggled to keep her tongue under control which made him smile, something he rarely did. He remembered the first day she scolded at him. He saw how Gordon, his chauffeur, was stun
