I Took the Money and the Quadruplets Chapter 24

I Took the Money and the Quadruplets Chapter 24

He still complained that Liam was too focused on the rate of return, but at least he was no longer persona non grata.

My mother even allowed him in the main house, though she still referred to him, with affection, as “that Texas grifter.”

Her tone, however, was no longer as sharp as it once was.

Everyone could see it: the man we had once treated as an invading force was slowly, surely, becoming part of the family.

That night was the Getty Center’s annual charity auction.

I attended on behalf of my family’s art foundation.

I wore a dark blue silk gown that draped elegantly over the proud curve of my belly.

As soon as I entered, I felt the eyes on me.

Curiosity, appraisal, and a healthy dose of sycophantic interest.

I was in the middle of a conversation when a sneering voice cut in.

“Well, Ava. Long time no see. You’re looking…substantial.”

I turned. It was Davies.

A distant cousin of Cassidy’s family. One of his investments had been collateral damage in the Hathaway implosion, and he had clearly held a grudge.

“Mr. Davies.” I gave him a cool nod, intending to end the conversation there.

But he wasn’t finished.

“I hear that twenty-million-dollar payoff has been laundered into a respectable art foundation?”