Karl had barely stepped into Morrison's room when he followed right after, shutting the door behind them.
"Brother," Karl said, adjusting his glasses as a sly glint flashed in his dark eyes, "if you can give your shares to Lilian as part of the engagement gift, then I can do the same with mine, right?"
Morrison narrowed his eyes immediately, already guessing where this was heading. His voice was sharp as a whip.
"I've known Lilian for years, Karl. Our families go way back, and I know her inside out. But you? You've only known Marylin for what—days? How much do you even know about her? And you want to throw your shares at her already? That's reckless."
He remembered the baby shower at the Laurents'. That was when Karl had first set his eyes on Marylin. Morrison had a vague impression of her—how could he not? The woman was striking, dangerously so. The kind who turned heads the moment she walked into a room.
