CHRISTIAN
Three weeks gone, and somehow, she was making moves without me.
Not just small moves—big ones.
Liam leaned against my desk, swirling his glass of whiskey, looking far too amused. “You sure you don’t want to hear the full details?”
I exhaled sharply, barely glancing up from the reports in front of me. “Get to the point, Liam.”
“She’s making moves without you,” he repeated. “And with your father.”
That got my attention. My eyes lifted, locking onto his. “What the hell does that mean?”
Liam smirked. “Exactly what it sounds like. Your wife went to the White House, met with Edward, and walked out with a five-year contract to cater for every White House event. Oh, and yesterday, she catered for the First Lady’s book club, won the entire room over, and now has a private tasting s
