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."

the Fitzgeralds go way back. I'm not sure if you remember, but when Dorian served in the army, my husband's

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

sixty. Silver hair perfectly coiffed, her

here today because I'm worried your grandson might be getting

Victor, Deanna's usually placid eyes flickered with

global expansion. And lately, they even went out of their way to secure the exclusive M Boutique franchise for the Vaughans. It seems Mr. Fitzgerald

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

with a detached air, her voice betraying nothing but age: "You

not at all, I

grandson Victor has always done as he pleased. And let me be clear: for the Fitzgerald Group, eight hundred

Penelope replied, her

you arrange for someone to take down last night's story about Mr. Fitzgerald and the Vaughans

through

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