Lord leaned in, his gaze landing on my face before breaking into a smile.

I didn't know what amused him, but I kept staring, determined to get an answer, my eyes practically declaring I wouldn't rest until I got one.

Finally, as his laughter subsided, he said, "Well, let me enlighten you before your curtain call. It's because he blocked someone's path to wealth." Instantly, my mind raced to the contract he was about to sign.

"Blocked someone's path to wealth, but not yours. So, why target my parents?" I pressed, puzzled anew.

Lord chuckled, "My dear girl, have you forgotten what I do for a living? What built my empire?"

I realized then, it was about money.

"Who was it?" I demanded urgently.

Lord didn't answer directly but instead posed a question, "Who do you think it could be?"

The death of my parents circled back to that contract, which ultimately ended up in Herschel's hands, so... it was him.

I had my suspicions before, but Lord had dismissed them, even claiming Herschel had earmarked the profits from that deal for me.

his hints, I was thoroughly

Clark, has your memory faded with age? It was you who told me..." My voice

his earlier words about being paid to solve problems for others. Lying or spinning tales was

believe it,

been paid to deal

softly, "I knew you were

and I shook my head, "I don't believe

about to reunite you with your parents?" Lord motioned

out a smoke ring, "Given that you've caught my eye,

had it rough

to make ends meet, hardly having time for

second son, the rascal almost engaged to you, Conrad, ended up in the same hospital room due to a mischief-related

age, and he, being outgoing and talkative, naturally sought you out. That

his, and once

your blood type,

the idea of betrothing you to Conrad. That way, you'd always be at his side, ready to donate

my

all boiled down to my

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