Chapter 369

Jacques couldn't shake the image of Effie from his mind. Even without a trace of makeup, she radiated a natural beauty that drew every eye in the room-

impossible to look away.

"I need to find out who she is," he said, almost to himself.

"How old is she?" Maxwell asked, glancing over.

"Around twenty," Jacques replied.

He'd spent years abroad, where women tended to look more mature. Back home again, he found it hard to judge the age of local girls-they all seemed so young and fresh-faced that pinning down a number felt almost impossible.

"Early twenties, I guess..."

Maxwell thought for a moment. "Well, the Etheridge family only has one young woman who matches that age range. Still, I can't say for sure if she's the one you met..."

Jacques shot Maxwell a look of exasperation. "Could you be any more roundabout? Is it her or not? Who is she?"

I'd say she's the youngest daughter in

as a

of it! A grown man like you,

I swear, she's the most stunning

pretty, sure, but

a sideways look. “That's because you always go for the curvy types.

Still, for all Jacques' years

...

greeted Lionel Harper and his wife Yvette, accompanied by the little

girl was their adopted daughter,

foot in the terminal,

sights

to put her at ease,

up a conversation: "Miss Harper, how

visit, travel

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