Graydon Meyer enjoyed seeing people's true colors—especially when they usually hid behind a façade. Watching a supposedly refined socialite like Lacy Knighton chuck her phone across the room in anger was a genuine pleasure.
"That's quite a temper you have there. Why do you seem angrier about this woman than his actual fiancée?" he asked curiously.
"She changed him," she hissed. "That woman ruined Aaron!"
Ruined? On the contrary. The old Aaron had been nothing but his father's puppet. This one was much more interesting. In a strange way, they were like allies.
He had no intention of helping this horribly spoiled woman get what she wanted. Aaron deserved far better than a wolf in designer sheep's clothing like Lacy. His true goal in approaching her was to see what she knew.
She had been disappointing. She knew almost nothing about the man she was supposedly madly in love with firsthand, relying on gossip and secondhand statements from Alistair Hale.
