Chapter 91

The reason Dominick had left so early that morning was a call from the mountain sanatorium. Paul's condition had taken a turn for the worse.

On the drive back, Dominick's silence filled the car with a heavy tension that no one dared break. "Dom..." Marissa glanced at him with gentle concern. "Don't worry, okay? Grandpa Paul's going to be fine. I've already reached out to Mr. Hansen. He's the best in the field, and he's heading to the hospital right now."

"Thanks." Dominick's voice was distant as he stared out the window, clearly lost in thought.

Marissa knew better, though. Paul's condition wasn't the only thing weighing on Dominick's mind right now.

"You know," she said with fake playfulness. "Nathaniel and Ms. Sutton looked pretty good together just now. If you ask me, I think he's actually interested in her."

In the car window's reflection, his brows furrowed deeply. Without missing a beat, Dominick pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

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at Beaumont Villa in Harrowfell, Morris Beaumont, Nathaniel's

answered with a pleasant tone anyway, "Mr. Vanderbilt, what can I do for you?" After all, with their companies about to partner up, he had to play nice

too much free

froze. He'd expected Dominick's call to be about

his club's grand opening?' Morris thought. 'He even invited his old high school crew, and Dominick was

what happened?" Morris treaded

he was wasting time," Dominick replied with an icy edge, making zero effort

on equal footing with them in Harrowfell, but the Vanderbilts were calling the shots on this deal. They could easily cut the

a piece of this project, they couldn't afford to get on the wrong side of the Vanderbilts-or Dominick-right

but he kept his voice

added. "Make it somewhere far. I don't want to see him around for a

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