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."

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

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

eighty, her careful grooming made her appear barely over sixty. Silver hair perfectly coiffed,

I'm here today because I'm worried

her grandson Victor, Deanna's usually placid

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 went out of their way to secure

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

her voice betraying nothing but

no, not at all, I wouldn't

cooled. "My grandson Victor has always done as he pleased. And let me

Penelope replied, her voice

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

gaze sliced through Penelope like

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