Erin Lowell's hands at her sides clenched into fists, her palms growing numb where her nails dug in. "Keep the Sullivan Family's money for yourselves. I never once thought about taking it."
When Old Mr. Sullivan first drew up his will, the Sullivan family's inner circle didn't know about it, and neither did Erin Lowell.
Your Sullivan family.
She was severing ties completely, as if she wanted nothing to do with them.
A rare frown touched Henry Sullivan's brow, though it was barely noticeable. "That was left to you. It's not the Sullivan family's money."
Erin Lowell looked up and stared at him, her gaze direct and unflinching. Her eyes held a mocking glint. "Getting impatient, Mr. Sullivan?"
He stiffened. "What?"
