I didn’t cry.
I’d already done enough crying.
“He chose my father’s hotel.”
Victoria nodded.
“He could have picked any luxury hotel in New York.”
A pause.
“But arrogance has a way of signing its own confession.”
Meanwhile, upstairs, Ryan and Ashley were drinking champagne on the private terrace overlooking Central Park.
“Does your wife suspect anything?” Ashley asked.
Ryan laughed.
“Emma doesn’t notice anything.”
His confidence irritated me even from miles away.
“She’s a good person,” he continued. “But when it comes to business? She’s clueless.”
Ashley smiled.
