"What the hell is the Browns feud?" I asked, glaring at my reflection in the bathroom.
The sound of the toilet flushing filled the air and I turned. Bella walked out with a smile. She caressed her stomach fondly.
"Sorry. Small bladder, two kids pressing on 'em," she joked.
She paused when she saw my expression and walked over to the faucet. "Didn't Damien tell you about the feud?"
"Not yet."
Mr. Brown had invited us to yet another lunch back at the house. For a rich family, they sure did like having meals together.
Damien had followed him into his study, leaving me behind to wonder what the hell was the Brown feud Mr. Brown mentioned at the conference actually was.
Bella sighed. "The 'Browns feud' started with Damien's great-grandfather."
"It's basically a series of competitions between the heirs to determine who gets the throne—Brown Industries."
My brows furrowed. "What is this, 1950?"
She chuckled. "I know."
