Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon

Drunk And Daring I Kissed A Tycoon! 286

Chapter 286

pave Vespers the full, untered version of that bloody high society saga.

Naturally, he couldn't resist adding some dramatic flair, throwing in details no one could know, plus a fundful of invented inner monelogues just to amp up the

drama

When he got to the part where Theodore's first wife, Mirabelle Moody-heavily pregnant and nut with her son was in a fatal crash, Vespera instinctively covered

her mouth in shock

Her chest tightened, and a dull ache settled in her heart.

"Vespera, are you crying? You women are so emotional," Gerard teased, handing beratisson.

"I'm usually not like this," she said, embarassed, dabbing her eyes.

She really wasn't

She wasn't the sentimental type, but this story hit her differently.

Maybe it was just that tragic. Or maybe it was because earlier, Theodore had said she looked like his late wife.

She rolled her eyes silently. That scumbag didn't deserve to miss anyone-least of all ian like that

own museum exhibit under Epic Trash Men

worse than Luke. He was the kind of

y whoe

became the help? Because the mistress ended up

Theodore's actual son died in a car crash. So, they had no choice but to pick someone from the extended family. That woman tried everything she could to get rid

shook her head. "That whole family

nodded. "Which is why choosing the right man is everything. You know, Mrs. Reid was once close friends with Mr. Theodore's first wife. They both

out of Gerard's office still feeling heavy, and the mood stuck with her to the end

wouldn't leave

the same-two women stepping into new lies with big dreams. And then, year by

kids and a husband who adored her, and the other? Buried and long gone. Even now, there was no-one left to speak

it all

it was finally the end of her workday, her phone rang. It was Yasmine, calling to remind her about their secret outing that

earlier, then radio silence. The second Vespera didn't respond,

admittedly, starting to

the call came through, she couldn't exactly play coy and say she wasn't

brought it

lingered in her office for

president's office, she rang Gerard to check on the kitten. Once she confined

staring at her

it wouldn't matter

again, if she turned it off, he'd see that too-which somehow felt even more suspicious, like she