Chapter 7 - Billionaire Alexander Commands Complete Silence Across The Grand Hall
Inside the sprawling mahogany-paneled private study, a crackling fireplace cast warm, flickering shadows across leather armchairs.
Noah had finally fallen fast asleep, his small head resting heavily against Clara’s shoulder as she sat on the velvet sofa.
Alexander poured two glasses of aged scotch at the wet bar, keeping his back turned toward the frightened young woman.
“How long have you been working on my estate staff, Clara?” Alexander asked, taking a slow sip of his drink.
“Only three weeks, sir... I was hired through an agency to help with the post-gala cleanup,” Clara answered nervously.
“And how did you manage to capture my son’s affection in just three weeks when dozens of socialites failed?” Alexander pressed.
“I... I didn't do anything special, Mr. Sterling. I just gave him a homemade cookie when he was crying in the pantry,” Clara confessed.
Alexander turned around slowly, his gray eyes studying every micro-expression on Clara’s pale, delicate face.
“My son hasn't uttered a single word to anyone since his mother passed away two years ago,” Alexander noted grimly.
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“Yet tonight, he walked across a room of five hundred strangers and called you his mother,” Alexander added with quiet wonder.
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