Oliver glanced at Marisa and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
If Marisa could fake her behavior this well in front of Grandma, was it possible she was faking it around him, too?
But then, Oliver quickly dismissed the thought.
Sure, someone could pretend for a day, a month, maybe even a year—but no one could keep up an act for twenty-five years, could they?
Selena was twenty-three now, and Marisa had been with him for twenty-five years…
"What am I even thinking?"
Besides, he wasn't going to end up with nothing.
Not only was he fine now, but even when Grandma eventually passed, her estate would be split evenly. Just one percent of Horton Group's shares amounted to hundreds of millions—if not billions—of dollars.
With that thought, Oliver quietly left the room.
