Chapter 93

Chapter 93:

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Andrew had only seen her once, yet he had let her walk away with the painting after bidding thirty million. Damien, on the other hand… he had shared her bed, seen every part of her, and still dared to put his hand to her throat.

Right then, Cathryn made up her mind. She would repay the debt she owed Andrew. He had allowed her to have her mother’s painting without a fight, and he had acquired plenty of her mother’s collection at the auction. Someday, she would buy each piece back from him, no matter how long it took. But first, she needed a way to get closer to him.

From the other side of the room, Margaret broke the silence. “Mrs. Brooks, do you know your husband’s birthday?”

As housekeeper, it was Margaret’s job to keep track, and she already had Cathryn’s date memorized. But Andrew’s? That remained a mystery.

Cathryn answered without looking up. “I have no idea.”