Those words didn't even make Gordon blink—they were no threat to him. But Ethan? Ethan was sweating bullets.
Cold sweat beaded on Ethan's forehead as Tracy spoke. Evelyn, ever the discreet butler, slipped him tissues without a word.
The servants ducked their heads so low they might've buried them in their chests, holding their breaths like statues caught mid-prayer.
What fresh hell was this?
It wasn't like the staff hadn't gossiped before. Tracy Page, daughter of the family's first wife, was supposed to be engaged to Gordon Hayworth—the billionaire heir who could buy and sell most of them before breakfast.
A king among men, the cream of the crop, the kind of man who made other men look like unfinished drafts.
So why were they standing there like two strangers who'd just discovered th
