In Manhattan society, the Pierce family was the wealthiest name of all, with holdings in nearly every industry in the country. And everyone knew the Pierces had lost their son twenty years ago, and never found him.
Richard shook Harold's hand without warmth, his tone flat. "Nothing's certain yet. The results aren't back."
Lily watched Harold falling all over himself, and there wasn't much left she didn't understand. She didn't know who these two were, but she could tell their standing was in another league. Her expression shifted, and her eyes flicked to me on instinct.
I was looking right at her, a faint smile on my lips, saying nothing.
Stung by that smile, she spoke up, grudging. "Mr. Pierce, you must be mistaken, right? How could Ethan possibly be your son? Don't let him fool you—t
