Victor smiled faintly. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
After saying that, he chuckled and gave the guy a casual punch on the shoulder, then walked out.
The room had two doors—his contact was waiting inside, someone he’d gotten through a favor. He didn’t ask too many questions. All he knew was that this had something to do with the Morgans.
Julian entered the room.
Inside sat a middle-aged woman with snow-white hair, her face haggard and drawn. She stared at Julian in a daze for a long moment, then muttered out of nowhere, “My son was just as handsome as you.”
Julian gave her a warm, polite smile. “Thank you, ma’am. That’s kind of you.”
…
Out on the terrace.
Claire propped up her head, completely drained, as she listened to people gossip away about her for ove
