"Oh?" Yasmine Kimball's brazen laughter echoed from the other end of the line. "You're still Mr. Davenport for now, but who knows for how much longer."
"What do you want?" Alaric Davenport demanded coldly.
Greed knows no bounds. As a matriarch of the Davenport family, Yasmine Kimball could have lived a long, comfortable life without a single worry, as long as she behaved herself. But she refused.
"What I want is something you can definitely give me. Dexter Davenport, plus your two adorable children... Tell me, what's a fair price for three people?"
"Yasmine Kimball!" Alaric Davenport snapped.
"Surely you're not about to say that what you have is more important than them, are you?"
Alaric gritted his teeth. "I can't give you what you want by myself. You know there are others in the Davenport family."
"Of course I know. So, why don't we meet and discuss it in person?"
Alaric frowned slightly. 'He had an idea of what was coming.'
"Where?"
