The truth was, I had more money than both their families combined.
Snow began to fall, and the aroma of a home-cooked meal drifted from inside the house.
A cold smile tugged at my lips.
Clearly, I'd interrupted their family dinner.
Adam spoke up again. "Uncle Walter, it's snowing out here. That's not good for the baby—Cynthia shouldn't be standing in the cold. Why not let him come inside to sign?"
The corner of his mouth curled. His meaning was transparent—he wanted to humiliate me on their turf.
Walter let out a derisive snort. "Our two families are on the rise. I doubt he'd have the nerve."
I swept a glance at the bodyguards stationed around the villa. At a subtle look from Walter, every one of them turned their eyes on me.
Ready to move the instant the order came.
So this was how it was going to be. A trap dressed up as a dinner invitation.
But I'd been to every corner of this country and seen far worse.
Not a ripple of unease. I smiled faintly. "Why wouldn't I dare?"
As I stepped inside, I sent my location to my people.