nd hall of the Merritt mansion under the

shed rosewood armrests. The moment he saw Adelaide walk through the doors,

ou're fin

er to the wheelchair. Bending down slightly, she naturally placed two sle

uneven," Adelaide said, raising a brow at him. "You skipped

ooking away like a student

bark... Anyway, just seeing you mak

cold shoulder in the car, did he? Since you're both here toni

well unbuttoned his suit jacket and s

ring how she had boldly claimed outside to have bought a twenty-million-

announcement," Caswell said, his deep voice

ed, so I've fulfilled my promise to you.

on-dollar stories out of thin air. The position of Mrs. Merritt require

ith his champagne glass, Sterling grinned to himse

ammed his palm hard against the armrest of

s grandson. "Not suited for the Merritt name? Do you have any idea who Addie really is?! Not only

y as Dr. Booth, Adelaide reached out and pressed her hand gently

delaide said softly. "Your blood

ight at the critical moment, C

lse, Caswell assumed Adelaide had already fed the gullible old man some nonsense ea

g look crossed

wo-page document and placed it squarely on the marble coffee table, s

is tone remained high-handed and arrogant, his dark eyes flicked briefly over her pl

froze all your bank accounts this afternoon, I have no intention of letting my grandfather's guest s

his wheelchair. "Caswell! Take t

five-million-dollar check re

h that echoed across the quiet hall. She lifted her dark eyes

s the great CEO of the Merritt Corporation trying to

antrum like other women, but actually mocking the size of his check, he

ving her more if it meant settling thing

lled a fresh check from his breast pocket, wrote out a new

han enough to buy a penthouse on the Upper East Side and live comfortably for

n dollars just to cancel a verbal promise! Any girl fro

ped up to the

tely. Instead, she picked up the two-page agreement between two slender fingers and tor

ntly, his jaw tightening. "Wh

ay from Caswell's chest. Even though he towered over her by half a head, the she

up your paper because I don't sign insulting contracts, and I want this engagement calle

traight into the depths of his bl

good enough for the Merritt name," Adelaide said with a col

's chest. For a split second, he was completely st

n inch closer, close enough for him to feel t

treet empire makes you smarter than e

even know that the Koenigsegg you drove tonight has a custom titanium valve tuned to 8,50

aide stepped back smoothly and turne

rchibald. Didn't you say on the phone that the ki

delighted to watch his proud grandson hit a s

letely still, his long fingers curling slowly into h

a s

ium valve tune

fic mechanical modification was never printe

written on page forty of the confidential Swedish factor

m a run-down Midwest town know an unpublishe

t right through Caswell Merritt's unshakable certainty. His dark ey