Edward called his assistant on the intercom and had her clear his morning schedule, once that was settled, he sat legs apart on his seat, his questioning gaze pinned on Sloane.
"What do you know?" He asked, in a way that made Sloane feel that he too knew something.
She pursed her lips, "Enough to give Malcolm and his family a bigger edge over the inheritance."
He let out a groan. "You found out about her, didn't you?" He ran his frustrated fingers through his hair, "You found out Mallory isn't Godfrey's actual daughter."
Sloane took a swig of the alcohol, "How long have you know?" She flipped the question to him.
"I'm not a fool. Anyone with eyes could see how he treated her. It was suspicious to say the least. I didn't need to probe too much to find out she wasn't his kid." He stated, reaching for her wrist. "I have the resources, but you, how could you have known about it?"
