Liam Valerius had never been berated by his wife or given the cold shoulder by the York family. But ever since he lost his standing within his own family, it had become a frequent occurrence.
This sent Liam Valerius's already frayed nerves into a frenzy. The flames of his indignation burned even hotter, especially as he watched the very people who used to fawn over and flatter him now flocking around Damien Valerius—the son of a maid.
Finally, the man of the hour, Jameson Valerius, made his entrance.
Jameson Valerius had taken great care with his appearance today. Even the formal suit he wore had been custom-tailored for him by a renowned designer well in advance.
Clearly, Jameson Valerius was in high spirits. He walked in with a steady gait and a smile on his face, looking hale and hearty.
Nancy Nash walked by Jameson Valerius's side, her arm linked with his. She smiled, exuding an air of regal sensuality as she soaked up the attention of the entire room.
