s reached her ears, Laurie White's sharp to

. "Lainey has followed my son for six years, and every time she meets

together before she

and even if I tossed out ten crates of luxury caviar, Lainey would never

what you

n voice made L

d you come back?" La

lf before entering my own h

ite. I was only joking,

iff, and her smile w

ray and lowering herself onto the sofa. She crossed her legs

ted a little caviar, and Bruno raised his voice at me. He has no

Miss White," he said quickly. "Your father brought the caviar bac

sprawled on the sofa, its whiskers stil

a recent present f

cing her to clean after it. Even when it bit her, he b

as absurd. Since when did a

White, this caviar tastes horrible. What if my son became ill from it?" She sniffed lightly. "I

a lesson," Lainey s

a proud glanc

ked coolly. "This is what h

calm tone. "I was

face. "What did you say? Do you really thi

ey's gaze, pale light

or your son to pretend

said loudly. "Hand over that three mil

d from Lainey, fill

onged to your son?" She held her gaze. "And why would I e