Hence, at the present, I fought back my swelling hatred and lowered my collar, turning in the direction of the study.
If I remembered correctly, John Sullivan—Dylan’s father—had been drugged as well.
The Sullivans always had problems producing heirs, and as the only son, Dylan’s place was secure even though he was conceived through IVF.
But what if he wasn’t John’s only child?
As I opened the door of the study, I found John sitting limply on the armchair made of genuine leather, his face flushed and his necktie dangling loosely from his collar.
His eyes lit up like he found salvation when he saw me, and he pulled me over to him…
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The next morning, my clothes were in tatters as I left the study, and ran headlong into Lily Bright as she left Dylan’s room, whose face was bright as a button.
She paused when she saw me, and soon grinned in contempt, “What’s the hurry, Dr. Jones? Perhaps your conscience hurts? I guess it is a little too much, seducing a geezer for the sake of wealth and status.”
I shot her a cool look. “Funny, since I could say the same about you.”
