And something inside me became perfectly calm.
Because Adrian Blackwell had just provided the one thing I had been waiting for.
Proof.
THEY THOUGHT I WAS ALONE
Eleanor leaned back in satisfaction.
Thomas reopened his newspaper.
Sophie’s mouth curved into a smug little smile.
They believed they had finally shown the new bride her place.
To them, I was Claire Bennett.
Daughter of a deceased schoolteacher.
No influential parents.
No powerful family.
No one important waiting behind me.
A woman fortunate enough to have been selected by a Blackwell.
What they did not know was much more interesting.
They did not know I had spent years building a private investigations and compliance firm through entities that never publicly carried my name.
