Mary's POV
The echo of Jack's footsteps faded down the hallway. I trembled with indignation, pointing toward the doorway he'd just exited.
"He says I've embarrassed him! Has he forgotten everything I've done was for him?" My voice cracked with emotion.
"Marcus Murphy has billions in assets, and now that he's dead, shouldn't his own nephew inherit at least a few hundred million?"
Lucy's eyes widened momentarily, and I caught the flash of raw greed that passed through them before she quickly composed herself. _Even this social-climbing nobody can't resist the allure of that kind of money._
She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Mrs. Simpson, please don't say these things in front of Jack or any Murphy family member. Especially not William. Remember, even to inherit anything from Marcus, you'd need William's approval."
