Chapter 158

Just then, a pair of heavy red doors swung open.

Mrs. Fitzgerald emerged, flanked by two maids holding her arms, her pace unhurried and dignified.

Penelope Dawson immediately stood up, offering a polite curtsy. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Fitzgerald. I'm Penelope Dawson, Jack Harrison's wife, from the Harrison Group."

She gestured to an elegantly wrapped gift box on the table. "This is a rare, centuries-old ginseng we've treasured in our family for nearly a decade. I heard you've been feeling a bit run-down lately, so I brought it especially for you to help you regain your strength."

Mrs. Fitzgerald-Deanna-glanced at the box with practiced indifference and nodded.

A maid promptly stepped forward, collected the gift, and withdrew from the room.

Deanna eased herself into the seat of honor with the maids' gentle assistance. After a pause, she said, in a tone neither warm nor cold, "That's very thoughtful of you."

a flattering smile. "The Harrisons and the Fitzgeralds go way back. I'm not sure if you

a sip of tea and fixed Penelope with a direct gaze. "Penelope, let's not beat around the bush. What

notice how immaculate Deanna looked in her custom- tailored deep violet dress. Although she was nearly eighty, her careful grooming made her appear barely over sixty. Silver hair

be honest, I'm here today because I'm

Deanna's usually placid eyes flickered

pressed on, "You may not have heard, but the Fitzgerald Group just invested eight hundred million dollars in the Vaughan family's global expansion. And lately, they even

slid a folder across the table. "This is a dossier on Isadora Vaughan. I thought you might want to know more about

detached air, her voice betraying nothing but age:

no, not at

Victor has always done as he pleased. And let me

her voice

night's story about Mr. Fitzgerald and the Vaughans from

through Penelope like

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