On the other end of the line, Zane Lennox suddenly fell silent. The company's situation was far, far more serious than Georgia Thorne had realized.
She might very well be marrying a Zane Lennox who had nothing left to his name, a man with absolutely nothing.
The next day, Zane Lennox had his people deliver the wedding invitations, along with a beautiful, pristine wedding dress.
For Georgia Thorne, the three days passed in the blink of an eye. But for Zane Lennox, it was a long century.
The Lennox Group was going from bad to worse.
Zane Lennox was at the office day and night handling business. Several times when he called Georgia Thorne, he was interrupted by the sounds of other people on his end.
Things were even worse than she had anticipated, and Georgia Thorne's heart slowly sank.
Zane Lennox's voice on the phone sounded increasingly weak and exhausted.
Georgia Thorne spent a day handwriting all the invitations before sending every single one out.
