Chapter 7

I poked uncomfortably at the fish dinner on my plate, not even hungry anymore as I sat down at dinner.

I didn’t realize that when Damon meant dinner, he meant with the Steyns. I wished his grandparents were here. They’d always been kind to me.

But instead, we were joined by the three most boring old, balding political men I’ve ever met, Damon’s father, and of course, Ashton and Corinna.

Even the normally cool-headed Damon was irritated. I tried my best to keep a stoic expression on my face. They didn’t deserve to see my emotions.

“Absolutely ridiculous, this new tax reform needs to be halted in its tracks,” one of the men with a patchy beard said firmly.

“I

agree. The tax exemptions have always kept good companies like ours out of the hot water but they want to steal our money? Raise taxes on the middle class for goodness sake! They don’t need money, anyway,” another who was clearly wearing a wig said.

“I completely agree, sirs,” Corinna giggled to the men’s delight. They preened under her gaze. “Good men like you definitely deserve more recognition for your contributions.” She smiled at them all, making them feel important.

I tried not to roll my eyes and looked at Damon instead. He wore the same displeased expression as he had when he arrived.

“Oh-ho!” the man with the patchy beard grinned, “You’ve got such a delightful daughter-in-law on your hands, Dalton. I wish I could steal her away from your son.”

“I’m afraid she belongs all to me, sirs,” Ashton said charmingly, wrapping an arm around Corinna. Dalton, however, sipped his wine without saying a word.

I sent the men fawning over Corinna a nasty look which went ignored, but Damon’s smile was harder to ignore.

“Tax exemptions are meant for good, hardworking people who keep the economy stable, not hoarders with a government permit,” Damon smiled, though his eyes didn’t. I was shocked to hear him speak up; normally, he was so withdrawn from conflict.

“I beg your pardon?” the man with a curly mustache said with a frown.

“Then beg.” Damon chuckled.

Damon raised his glass to his father’s political friends gracefully, and I almost wanted to applaud him if I didn’t remember that he belonged to a family of ‘hoarders with a government permit

“Damon!” Dalton scolded sharply. He turned to them with an apologetic look. “I apologize for the rudeness of my son.”

“My brother is simply not as… educated on these matters.” Ashton smiled at the men, sending a mocking look to Damon. Damon’s smile of disdain in response knocked the preening from Ashton’s

face.

Damon’s intelligence, who only won against every battle of wits

to dress without the maid’s assistance, I wanted

glance, the gleam in her eyes unsettling. It felt like she was looking at a particularly juicy piece of meat and

Chapter 7

table, wanting to smack her upside the head, but Damon didn’t seem to mind. In fact,

my plate. I glared at the roasted bell peppers and then at him.

knew I hated

peppers.

of his lips tilted upward in response, but he didn’t glance at anyone else, simply ignoring them coldly like

ugly glare. I met it cooly and smiled. She would never have

you two? Any plans in the future?” the bald man asked Corinna and Ashton, face pink

me whiplash. She gripped Ashton’s arm. looking up at him like a

for a baby.”

my part that I’d taken a sip of my water at the same time. I choked as it hit the back of my throat and pressed my napkin to my throat as I

back, looking just

see the delight in her eyes as she pretended to be sympathetic, “I know it must be shocking, but

gurgle shards of

so sudden,” I laughed

how could it be? Let alone Grandma despised surrogacy deep heart

of our own.”

was able to fake that well, I thought. The joy was plain on his face.

said, standing and raising his glass of wine,

men raised their glasses,

a side glance to Damon who gazed

we to do now?

devils were going

sound was the tires

wondering what on earth we were going to do. If they had a baby before we did, they’d gain control over an inheritance they

Chapter 7

she’d make a good mother. Not only would it ruin her career, and at least momentarily, her figure, but she also couldn’t stand

return.

to visit, he puked all over her dress, and she’d thrown a

massive fit.

as a mother?

mention Ashton.

far just to get the inheritance. I needed the bringing

money, but

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