d in fury. For a second, Hailey thought he woul

it me. I'm sure the tabloids would love a story about the CEO of Lawson

was built on public image and reputation. The han

"Arthur, she needs to be taught a lesson! Make her apolo

s the front door. "This is your last chance, Hailey. You will go and me

her. But Hailey smiled-a chilling, humorless expre

is that?"

ingle folded piece of paper. With a flick of her wrist, she opened it

g at the top was unmistaka

room. Arthur, Judith, and Isabelle stared at

ing. "No! It's fake!

he read the names-Hailey Lawson and Julian Oneal-and s

" His voice was a strangled whisper, filled not with joy but wi

h means, as a married woman, I am legally and ethically unavailable for an

quickly recalibrated, her expression

Do you even know him? What if he's a con artist?" She w

es he do?" They were picturing some low-life fortune hunter she'd

the front door an

He looked relaxed, unconcerned, as if he were simply waiting for a friend. W

nce a silent declaration of allegiance. He placed a hand lightly on t

secting him from head to toe. They saw

an who traded on his looks. In their world, these were t

ace, her eyes glittering with malice. "So, this is my new son-in-law. H

rd "chat" made it sound

Judith had insisted on a "proper family din

ysian Hotel's five-star resta