“You have certainly thought this through, haven’t you?” I asked.
His smile sharpened into something cold. “Completely, as the company is mine, the house is mine, and all the accounts are mine.”
Florence gave a soft, mocking laugh. “That is generous of him, considering everything that has happened.”
I studied her bracelet, which was actually my bracelet, an emerald cut piece purchased in Paris after Wade’s first major contract. He had taken it directly from my jewelry safe.
A weaker woman might have screamed or begged, but I simply smiled.
That smile made Wade pause in his tracks. “What are you smiling about?” he snapped.
“Nothing,” I said calmly. “I was just remembering the day your father told me you were charming but incredibly careless.”
His face darkened with sudden anger. “My father was just a bitter old man who never understood my vision.”
“No,” I said gently. “He was entirely accurate about your character.”
Florence rolled her eyes and tugged at his sleeve. “Come on, Wade, she is just trying to scare you into staying.”
