I Took the Money and the Quadruplets Chapter 17

I Took the Money and the Quadruplets Chapter 17

The new voice was calm, steady, and carried an authority that silenced Julian instantly.

My father walked to the entrance at a leisurely pace, holding a teacup.

He was dressed in understated tweed, with only two men behind him, but his very presence shifted the balance of power on the entire street.

The instant Walker Sr. saw him, his arrogant expression froze.

“Arthur Lowell?”

Arthur Lowell.

The patriarch of the Lowell family, one of the oldest and most powerful investment dynasties on the East Coast.

In the world of true old money, a self-made Texas oil baron, no matter how wealthy, was little more than nouveau riche.

“Yes,” my father said, his gaze level and cold. “And since when do you get to make decisions for my daughter and her children?”

A bead of sweat trickled down Walker Sr.’s temple.

He finally understood.

He thought he had chosen an easily controlled, middle-class wife for his son. It had never occurred to him to look deeper into my background.