Eddie's POV
The memory of yesterday's lunch meeting with Morris continued to boil my blood during my drive to the office. That arrogant Lorenzo heir needed to be taught a lesson—I'd never detested anyone more. His constant disrespect toward me and my daughter only deepened my resolve. Yet I needed to keep him close for now. The marriage to my daughter would ensure she bears a Lorenzo heir, guaranteeing everything that fool owned would eventually flow to my daughter and grandson—and by extension, to me.
The wedding postponement by three months was infuriating. My daughter's tantrum over party details had delayed my carefully laid plans, but perhaps the larger spectacle would serve us better. A grand wedding splashed across every newspaper would cement my daughter's position as the legitimate Mrs. Lorenzo, beyond any question.
