After a trusted employee's daughter orchestrates a scheme to seize her family's estate, a powerful protagonist must fight to reclaim their stolen legacy. The struggle for control over a vast mansion leads to a bitter battle of wits and retribution.
First my wine disappeared, then my designer dress. That was when I stopped believing in accidents. A few days passed. Krista was supposed to be gone.
Then I noticed my favorite bassa glass was missing. So were several bottles of Romane Contri. No break-in. No guests.
No event. Where's my Bacan glass? She froze I broke it while cleaning
And the wine? I moved it She'd prepared one lie She hadn't prepared the second
I'll check the cellar So I changed the subject I have a gala tomorrow night Get my white Chanel couture ready.
That scared her more than the wine. It's at the cleaners. When? Yesterday.
Pick it up. Of course. Blackwood's pushing the stock again. Tomorrow's gala matters.
Blackwood Group was already coming after my company. I didn't have time for chaos at home. But Brenda was starting to less like a careless employee and more like someone hiding a pattern.
One missing glass could be an accident. One missing bottle could be carelessness. But this, she was hiding something.