It was unbelievable—outrageous, really. But when the Lee family was involved, even the strangest twists seemed to fall into place with a weird sort of logic.
“I’m going to call Aaron.” Catherine stood, phone in hand, and stepped out onto the balcony.
Aaron picked up almost instantly. “Catherine, what can I do for you?”
“I need you to look into Lemuel's years abroad,” Catherine said, getting straight to the point.
“Alright. I’ll send whatever I find to your email.” Aaron had been immersed in investigating the Lees lately, putting all other work on hold. The challenge had him more energized than ever.
Catherine paused, then added, “And I need a lock of Amanda's hair. Lemuel's as well.”
Aaron hesitated. “I can get Amanda’s, no problem. Lemuel might be trickier.”
“Then focus on Amanda. I’ll handle Lemuel,” Catherine replied, already forming a plan. As the Lee family heiress, whether she returned to the fold or not, Lemuel had never let on a hint of interest. Maybe that would give her an in—an excuse to meet.
Aaron soon found out that Lemuel had a massage appointment at a private club the next morning. Catherine had him arrange for her to take over one of the staff spots.
When she returned to the dining room, Lance was in the middle of a call with Ingram. He’d put the phone on speaker, and Ingram’s calculating tone filled the room.
“I’m already here in Eldervale. If you don’t at least meet with me, people will start talking—saying we’ve fallen out.”
“That’s accurate enough,” Lance replied, deadpan.
Ingram laughed. “You always did nurse a grudge. Isn’t it enough that I, as your elder, am willing to let bygones be bygones? Let’s call off the feud and make more money together.”
“You do your thing, I’ll do mine. We’re better off not interfering with each other,” Lance said, completely unmoved.
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