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ooking the Hudson, a sprawling limestone manor i

xury SUVs was backed up for nearly a mile, crawling forward under the scrutiny of private

didn't join

Real wealth didn't need sirens or flashing lights; its presence was felt in the silence it commanded. As the car approached the tall, wrought-iron security gate,

co at the side entrance, sheltered from th

forward immediately with an umbr

ul bow. "Welcome. Mr. Arthur Sinclair asked that you join him in the pr

d into the reception hall. Have a drink and relax. Your mother and I just need to gre

d him with a reassurin

made my way through the arched hallw

casting a warm amber glow over polished marble, and the discreet hum of conversation punctuated by a string quartet playing in the

understated yet striking, drawing quiet, curious glances from guests standing nearby, wonderin

water from a passing waite

le I finished medical school, built my own leverage, and waited for my bloodline records to surface. But walking through this ballroom now, beneath the Baccarat cha

voice cut through the so

ddy always says maritime logistics is

e an ice carving of the Sinclair

nderstated couture of the room. Sweat was beginning to bleed through her heavy mak

leather binder tightly under one arm while cling

de waves with practiced vanity. "Beckett Sinclair and I have been in direct communication regarding his

moothly extracted his sleeve from her grip, a

er ear: "Stop chasing junior partners! Where is Beckett Sinclair? W

pass!" Jessica whined in a frantic whisper, stamping her stiletto against th

ing in the car by the gate hyperventilating because the banks froze our accounts! If you don

lumn, taking a slow sip of water a

nd rented gowns to come here, desperately trying to bluff their way into the Sinclair family's good grace

ing stone. They truly believed I was out on the street r

o was standing thir

und to scan the room. Her eyes swept t

e over the rim and directly down the bodice of her designer gown. She didn't even n

aking as she clutch Brenda's arm. "Look. Tel

ound with an ugly

ballroom. They stared at my custom midnight-blue silk gown, the diamond pins c

renda's face twisted

"She left our house in a beggar's coat! How did she get in here? She m

the two of them marched straigh