Soon, the Gordon family would be ensnared in Harold’s trap…

Rena pushed Waylen aside.

“It’s none of your concern.

Yet, Waylen’s gaze lingered, his voice adopting a softer tone.

“Visit my apartment this weekend.

Allow me to treat you to dinner.

I possess a “Morning Dew’ piano.

Wouldn’t you Like to play it for yourself?”

The ‘Morning Dew’ piano?

The one favored by Louis XII?

It was a temptation Rena found hard to resist.

Observing her inner struggle, Waylen smiled.

choice is yours

heart, a

set foot in

piano in

her presence leaving a lingering ache in

claim Rena’s untouched coffee, taking

his thoughts, Jazlyn entered the

to

the auction house for

the ‘Morning

it delivered to my apartment in

Jazlyn was certain her boss had fallen in

he just broken up

managed to regain his senses

a glance

it pose a challenge?” Jazlyn hastened to

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approached the French window with

dipped even lower, a shadow of intensity woven into

the financial records of the Moore

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