Chapter 149

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Later that afternoon, Andrew crossed the corridor toward the meeting room. As he passed Cara’s office, his stride faltered. On the wall hung Midnight Lilies—the painting meant for his own bedroom, its dark blooms now gracing her space.

He summoned Ethan with a flick of his hand. “Why is that painting in there?”

Ethan bowed slightly. “Mrs. Brooks had it delivered at noon. She said it was a gift from a friend. She asked us to hang it.”

Andrew’s voice turned frigid. “Bring it to me.”

When the canvas arrived, Andrew studied it in silence. Not the original—only a copy. Yet his gaze snagged on the corner: a single green leaf, out of place.