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."

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

and fixed Penelope with a direct gaze. "Penelope, let's not beat

careful grooming made her appear barely over sixty. Silver

her voice, "To be honest, I'm here today because I'm worried your grandson might be getting

the mention of her grandson Victor, Deanna's usually placid eyes flickered

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

table. "This is a dossier on Isadora Vaughan. I thought

her voice betraying nothing but age: "You seem

no, not at all,

pleased. And let me be clear: for the Fitzgerald Group, eight hundred million-or even eight billion-is nothing

her

didn't you arrange for someone to take down last night's story about

sliced through

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