She had waited far too long for this day.
"Naturally," Aston nodded, his gaze lingering on Luna with deliberate meaning.
"But, Your Highness, we're not the only ones who want those two dead now."
"Not just us?"
Luna frowned slightly, studying Aston's expression.
"What do you mean?"
Aston's shadowed eyes narrowed as he recounted everything that had happened at the banquet.
Kowtowing in apology?
Thirty percent of the family's shares?
"Is that really possible?"
Luna's lips curled into a slow, inscrutable smile, her expression unreadable. "Ah, the recklessness of youth."
Aiston nodded in agreement.
The Harrison family's overall strength might not match the Luther Family's, and Mr. Harrison and Harrison's methods were likely no match for Sinclair's.
But this was Country E, not San Francisco.
As the host, the Harrison family held far more advantages than Sinclair.
Not to mention, there was also that cunning old fox, Andrea.
