'Isn't Jasper Rockwell just that playboy, the third young master of the Rockwell Family?'
'If it really was Jasper Rockwell, Lana Sheffield felt a sense of vindication. She knew a little about Mrs. Rockwell, who absolutely despised women she deemed unworthy of being seen in public.'
'Besides, Jasper Rockwell was a good-for-nothing, and the Rockwell Family was on the verge of disowning him.'
'If Jasper Rockwell really was Melody Monroe's sugar daddy, then her good days were numbered.'
...
Evan Fairchild looked at his phone. It was almost time.
The livestream was set to start at eight o'clock sharp, and he had been waiting here since seven-thirty.
Melody Monroe hadn't contacted him after she arrived, so the only way he could see her was through the livestream.
A bitter and sour feeling washed over Evan Fairchild. It was an unpleasant sensation.
Suddenly, his phone rang. A furious, exasperated voice burst from the other end.
