Chapter 200

Victor couldn't be bothered to respond—he simply turned a blind eye and let things slide.

"Take us back to Summit Crest Estates," he ordered, his voice low and

commanding, echoing through the car's plush interior.

"Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald," Kemp replied quietly, swallowing the words about Victor's

scheduled meeting with the president of Sino Trust Bank. He'd just have to cancel

it.

The driver turned the wheel, guiding the car onto another wide avenue. After a while, they finally pulled into the private parking lot reserved for Summit Crest Estates residents.

Victor headed straight for his private elevator and rode it up to the sixty-sixth floor penthouse. The door's keypad recognized his code and unlocked with a soft click. He strode inside, his steps echoing in the cavernous silence.

with a kind

It was quiet in here too. The bed was perfectly made, the comforter folded neatly at the side.

let out a soft, humorless laugh. She'd run off

sun cast his shadow long across

he'd experience

was the heir to the Capitolion legacy, the crown prince of the Fitzgeralds. He was the CEO of The Fitzgerald Group, a world-class conglomerate. He had more wealth and power than most

felt a sharp sting of disappointment. For the first time, he tasted

this time, can't you

for a long while before finally turning to leave, hand poised to shut the door. Something made him pause. His dark eyes scanned

*

family's ancestral home, Deanna set down the phone. The gentle

was calm, almost casual. "No need to keep cooking. Victor won't

"Yes, ma'am."

cookies she'd been preparing on the dining table, slipped off her blue apron, and handed it to a waiting housekeeper. Then she quietly walked over and

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