Beautiful Revenge (A Good Wife #1) - Sienna Blake Page 0,32
he tries to hide it. He sounds a little like a boy trying to withhold throwing a tantrum.
Regardless, Terrance is asking a very good question. A question I’m desperate to know the answer to.
Terrance holds my husband’s dinner jacket so my husband can slip his arms into it.
Edgar stares at himself in the mirror. It’s angled in a way that I can see him but I’m not in the reflection. “I know he’s rich and he wants to invest in my company.”
“I’m supposed to be your advisor. You didn’t even tell me you were thinking of doing a deal with him until he bloody showed up here.”
My husband chuckles. “Don’t act like such a jilted lover, Terrance. You are still my advisor. You still have a place by my side even if we merge with Mr Wolf.”
Terrance throws his hands up. “I’m trying to look out for you. You’re making it very difficult—”
“I know what I’m doing.” My husband knots his tie as he stands in front of the mirror, Terrance fuming at his side.
“Do you really need his investment? Letting this… this foreigner stick his nose into the business?”
My husband flinches, just for a second. His fingers halt at his neck. He clears his throat and continues working on his tie, his fingers fumbling. “It would be advantageous.”
“Advantageous for whom?”
“For both.” The tie is unbalanced. One side is much too long, the other too short.
“I just think you’re making a grave mistake inviting a communist foreigner—”
“If he doesn’t invest, we will sink,” my husband snaps, yanking his tie from his neck and throwing it over the back of a chair. He turns to Terrance, his chest rising as he takes giant breaths. “Maybe not this year, but definitely the next.”
Terrance is as shocked as I am. My husband has all this old money, money passed down from generation to generation. His lineage is part of the royal line, for heaven’s sake. How the hell is his company sinking?
“But…how…?” Terrance asks.
Yes, how did this happen?
How was Edgar able to keep it from his own advisor?
My husband lets out a small huff. “Does it matter? We’re in this mess. I’m trying to get us out.”
I back away from the door, my stomach churning. It all makes sense now. My husband is desperate. His simpering behaviour towards Dimitri makes sense.
Does Dimitri know my husband’s company is in trouble? Or is his supposed investment just a way for him to slither his way into our household?
His own business advisor didn’t know his company was sinking. If Edgar can hide it from Terrance, he’ll be able to hide it from Dimitri. There’s no way that anyone would invest in my husband’s company if they knew that it was about to go under.
I must warn Dimitri.
I shove that thought away. I cannot betray my husband. My fate, Emily’s fate, is tied to his fortune. If his company sinks, so do we.
Let Dimitri spend all his money saving Edgar’s company. It’ll be karma. Besides, Dimitri chose to come here. If he makes the stupid mistake of getting into bed with my husband, that is his own damn fault.
27
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Alena
I walk into the Worthington Manor library, a beautiful large room filled with floor-to-ceiling ash-wood bookcases packed with more books than I could ever read in my life. It’s one of my favourite rooms. I was going to come here and read until dinner. I start when I spot a man I don’t recognise standing by the window, gazing out.
“Hello. Who are you?” I ask.
He spins towards me, a handsome man of perhaps mid-thirties dressed in a light grey suit. Long dark hair tied back in a bun, smooth, tanned skin across a strong jaw, exotic dark eyes. He smiles, lighting up his face. “You must be the lovely Alena Worthington.” He walks with a slight limp as he approaches.
“I am.” I shake the hand he offers me. “But I don’t know you.”
“I’m Javier Garcia, Dimi’s advisor.”
“Dimi?” I flinch. Only I used to call him Dimi.
He laughs. “Mr Wolf, I mean. Sorry, I forget that he makes everyone act so formal around him.”
This man is so at ease, it’s infectious. I find myself smiling at him, offering a seat in one of the chairs that are placed around a low table. I notice a tea set is laid out, steam curling from the spout of the teapot. I don’t have time to think anything of it before Javier sits right next to me instead of taking the armchair.