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

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of rustling fabric caught her attention. Opening her eyes, she found herself curled up on the couch with

his condition. Relief washed over her as she observed his steady breathing,

door clicked open, and Dominick walked out, his face and hair still damp from washing up. "Hey, you're up," he said, his

I fall asleep? Why didn't you wake me?" Paisley demanded. If Paul took a turn for the worse

tissues to dry his face. "If Grandpa's condition changes,

telltale redness in his eyes that came from pulling an all-nighter. "Thanks for staying up." She turned back

thanks," Dominick said, tossing the tissues in the trash. "You've been here the whole time, doing

noticed the pile of fancy takeout boxes stacked next to the trash

already asleep when dinner arrived yesterday. They'll be

didn't object. Her stomach was definitely rumbling. Sure, she had those snacks Maria packed, but they were cold and stale

made her mind drift to Serena. Serena always slept curled up next to her at night. After being gone all night, Paisley

on cue, Serena's call lit up her phone. "Hi,

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