Eloise clenched her fists as she voiced her theory, desperately controlling herself for fear that she might lunge forward and strike the man she had called Dad for over twenty years.
Her heart ached, a deep, relentless pain that seemed to gnaw at her very soul.
The people around her knew that Moonlight Group was nothing more than an empty shell now, but many of them were still interested, continuing to bid with unwavering enthusiasm. Their voices calling out for bids echoed in the grand hall, filling the space with an almost surreal energy.
Eloise hated that she couldn't do anything but stand there and watch. She clenched her fists even tighter, her nails digging into her palms, the pain grounding her, keeping her from breaking down completely.
Ainsley, standing beside her, studied her
