Honora secretly hoped Leopold was right. She had waited a month, confirming with multiple sources that Haskell’s condition was hopeless before making the painful decision to end the engagement. If he was cured now, if Larissa got to have him, Honora would become the laughingstock of Regal City.
Solon stopped abruptly, and Leopold, not paying attention, walked right into him. “Hey, what’s your problem? Why’d you stop?”
Solon turned and looked at him. There was a coldness in his eyes that made the words die in Leopold’s throat.
“You should listen to your brother and sister, Leopold. Watch your mouth.”
Leopold stared, confused.
Solon pushed open the door to their private room and went inside.
Leopold was about to say something else, but Honora grabbed his arm. “Leopold, we need his help. Just drop it.”
He grumbled but held his tongue.
…
Not long after they had gone inside, Larissa arrived. Haskell watched as the manager of Paddy’s Home came out to greet her, took her keys, and then personally went to park her car.
“You know the owner here?” he asked as she walked over.
Larissa grinned. “I’m a shareholder. This place belongs to Zendar’s family.”
Haskell blinked, then a slow, admiring smile spread across his face. “Larissa, how many more secrets are you hiding?”


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