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“Just keep your distance fro will be fine,” Gavin assured hi that will make a scene in front of over three hundred people”

“Yes, you’re probably right,” her dad agreed with a sigh

Arabella couldn’t ignore that last part of the conversation considering Gavin had prettybad could happen to her father if he crossed Wilder, not to mention they’d possibly been invited to the affair by lanced across the back of the li leather seat where her father sat opposite of her and Gavin

Her concern increased when she saw the dark frown on her dad’s face, and she finally spoke “Is there a reason you shouldn’t have been invited to tonight’s event, Father?”

Her dad’s startled gaze snapped to hers “What?” Her question seeed to shake off his initial agitation while waving a dismissive hand in the air “Nono, of course not”

It wasn’t often that she didn’t believe so her father told her, but this was one of the few times she had doubts, which hy she persisted “Then why are you worried about so a scene?”

“It’s a business-related issue, Ari,” Gavin cut in, his tone as condescending as the way he patted her hand as if she were a child “It’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about You just enjoy the ball and let us s that don’t concern you"

Her jaw clenched in annoyance and she sent Gavin a cutting glare, even though she kneasn’t a flattering look for her God, he was such a jerk, and she deliberately yanked her hand fro the way he treated her as though she was stupid and had nothing but cotton candy for brains

While she’d started the evening with an abundance of excite suddenly felt off, despite her father’s reassurances The fact that Gavin had just suggested that there were possible business concerns that ht certainly didn’t relieve her worry

She couldn’t iht be involved in For as long as she’d been alive, he’d worked for Addingwell Financial as a partner, and he’d taken on Gavin as his associate about fourteen years ago, but other than those few details, he’d never shared the technicalities of his job Her father always kept his business separate from the time he spent with her, and when she’d once asked him why he never talked about his work, he told her he liked to keep his focus on her and their relationship when he was home

It was an easy enough excuse to believe, even if his vague response did increase her curiosity of what, exactly, her father did in finance Clearly, it was so that made him a lot of money, because they lived a very comfortable life and cash never see he wanted to purchase for himself or her

Her father glanced out his o and gruain The last tords she heard were Maddux Wilder, and the name was spoken with unmistakable disdain This time, she kept her mouth shut and didn’t ask questions because she knew Gavin would ju reply, and she was honestly afraid that she’d do soo screw himself

So she rehtly in her lap on top of the gorgeous chaown She’d heard the naht, usually in conjunction with the yearly ball, but there had been a few times when she’d overheard her father mention the other iven another thought about it

The limousine slowed behind a line of vehicles as they neared what looked to be an older warehouse, pulling Arabella froly ordinary-looking building located in a low-incoround parking structure by the security detail surrounding the place

“Jesus,” Gavin said, the one word dripping with disgust and ridicule “Just look at this place”