"On that point,"
Taylor murmured, taking a delicate sip from his wineglass.
His jade-like features softened with a faint smile.
"I agree."
All these years, Sandra's relentless pursuit of Sinclair had worn thin on everyone's patience.
"No matter," Sinclair replied, his strikingly handsome face was as composed and indifferent as ever.
Yet the turbulence of cold fury swirling in his eyes was unmistakably oppressive.
"Let her be."
Sandra would soon learn the hard way that those who court disasters have only themselves to blame.
A glimmer of understanding passed simultaneously through Taylor and Calvin's eyes.
So, Sinclair had already laid his plans.
The real question was just how spectacular this show would become.
This banquet might prove far more interesting than they'd anticipated.
Meanwhile.
"Miss Porter," came the cool inquiry, "what was it you wanted to tell me earlier?"
The man's icy voice snapped Sandra out of her thoughts.
