He poured himself another whisky, smiling with satisfaction as he twirled around and danced, humming and in a very good mood. He was in the ballroom having the time of his life, his cell phone in his pocket waiting for the expected ring of it to announce the phone call he was waiting on. At the moment everything was going the way he'd envisioned.
Sure, life wasn't perfect, but at the moment it was going according to plan. Isabelle was gone, he smirked, remembering her screams as the fire spread and soon Johnathon was about to get into a large amount of money which would help enable him to find that little bird of his, Cassie, who'd escaped from his clutches. She'd be found and he'd marry her and before long his money would be increased ten times what it was with the second inheritance.
