Richard turned in his leather chair, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at his adoptive daughter. "You did art, Chloe. Fine art has absolutely nothing to do with the corporate operations of the Stewart Group."
"Dad, I’m smart!" Chloe protested, stepping closer to the desk and crossing her arms defensively.
"And look at Rachel—she’s acting all high and mighty, refusing to ask Dominic for the help our family desperately needs. I only studied art because I thought I was the true, biological Stewart daughter, so I didn't think I had to work for anything."
It was the ugly truth. For years, Chloe had lived a life of ultimate luxury, completely burning through a massive allowance of ten thousand dollars from Catherine each month on designer bags, parties, and pointless art supplies. B
