The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 106

Around the corner, Marissa lurked in the shadows, her face darkening as she caught every word of the Vanderbilts' conversation. She headed back to the kitchen and dialed Jack's number.

Jack picked up almost immediately.

Marissa took a deep breath and asked, "Jack, could you reach out to Mr. Vaire's assistant again for me?" "Look, Marissa, it's not that I don't want to help. I've tried everything, but they won't budge. The painting's not for sale, period. No amount of money's gonna change that," Jack said.

"It's fine if they won't sell. I just want to meet with Mr. Vaire, just once. That's all I'm asking." "Well..."

"Money's not a problem."

"It's not about the money..." Jack sighed. "Alright, I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, Jack."

her gaze fixed on nothing in particular, her eyes glinting with cold calculation. She'd noticed how the Vanderbilts were

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first rays of morning sunlight played across Paisley's face, making her stir. The sound of rustling fabric caught her attention. Opening her eyes, she found herself curled up on the couch with a plush

groan. Hurrying to Paul's bedside, she checked his condition. Relief washed over her as she observed

hair still damp from washing up. "Hey, you're up," he said, his voice

didn't you wake me?" Paisley demanded. If Paul took a turn for the worse and they didn't catch it in

some tissues to dry his face. "If Grandpa's condition changes, I'll wake you up

from pulling an all-nighter. "Thanks for staying up." She turned back to check Paul one more time. "He should be waking up soon." With that, Paisley retreated to the couch and sank

the tissues in the trash. "You've been here

when Paisley noticed the pile of fancy takeout boxes stacked next to the

They'll be bringing breakfast soon. We can grab something

was definitely rumbling. Sure, she had those snacks Maria packed, but they were

at night. After

lit up her phone. "Hi, hi,