I barely glanced at the paper.
A villa?
The ground beneath my feet at Summit Manor alone was worth more than his entire company.
Silverhill Corp's entire portfolio consisted of a few scraps of land on the urban fringe. Combined, they weren't worth a single bathroom in Summit Manor.
"Oh, right. Mr. Ashford."
Gavin Finch produced another invitation, offering it with a bow deep enough to strain his back.
"My son is getting married the day after tomorrow," Gavin said, his voice dripping with sycophancy. "It would be an immense honor if you and Miss Ashford could grace my humble home with your presence."
I glanced at Vivienne. Her expression remained neutral, but her eyes danced with sharp, predatory amusement.
I took the card, turning it over in my fingers. "Your son's wedding? I wouldn't miss it. I'll be there to toast his... good fortune."
Gavin beamed, practically vibrating with excitement. "You honor us, Mr. Ashford! I wouldn't dare hope for such a privilege. Your presence alone will make the event legendary!"
"I'll even prepare a surprise," I added, my smile not reaching my eyes. "Something heaven-shaking."