Chapter 3 - Adrian Questions The Real Motive Behind The Plot
The heavy oak door of the bridal suite remained locked from the inside while Adrian paced across the sunlit Persian rug.
“Think carefully, Vivian, because your life and this entire peace treaty depend on your honesty right now,” Adrian warned softly.
“Who besides your personal maids and the boutique tailors touched this gown before it arrived at Hawthorne Estate?”
Vivian wiped her damp cheeks with the back of her manicured hand, her mind racing desperately through the guest and staff lists.
“Only my personal assistant, Clara, and two delivery men from the Chicago salon handled the garment bag,” Vivian stammered.
“And Clara has worked for my family for six years; she would never betray me!”
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Marcus crossed his arms over his broad chest, his expression hardening with suspicion.
“Loyalty in our world has an expiration date, Vivian, especially when millions of dollars in territory are changing hands today.”
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