The idea of intentionally flirting with a man would have been unthinkable for the old Mia Grant, the obedient heiress of a
powerful family.
But now, I needed an ally.
And not just any ally, I needed someone powerful.
The financial world in Ashford had returned to its usual calm.
The rumors and gossip only lasted a few days before fizzling out.
The notion that the alliance between the Harlow and Grant families, forged through marriage, could truly collapse? It was utterly
unthinkable.
I, Mia Grant, was destined to become the future Mrs. Harlow.
If Victor wouldn’t marry me, who else would dare to?
However, Victor seemed to be in a particularly good mood lately.
Given that William hadn’t spoken to him without a scowl in days, Victor simply whisked Yvonne away on a vacation abroad.
With him gone, it was easy for the flurry of stock trades within the Harlow Corporation to slip under the radar over the course of a
month.
Even if he’d been in Ashford, he likely wouldn’t have noticed.
Money was never an issue for him.
And if it ever became one, the Harlow family would bail him out, wouldn’t they?
He also hadn’t paid attention to the quiet reshuffling of personnel within the corporation.
After all, it was only lower–level employees and middle management–nothing significant.
“Is that all?”
Graham and I had begun exchanging messages frequently.
But the frail eldest son of the William Harlow was never one for many words.
This time, he didn’t even bother to respond.
A few days later, an online mini–series titled “Love in the World of the Elite” suddenly went viral.
The plot revolved around the heir of a real estate empire who was rescued from a car accident by a
