If it was money she wanted, she could've easily married him and had him transfer all he owned to her but she wasn't that patient. She was a con artist and con artist doesn't always have the time to waste on one target. Perhaps three months was the stipulated time frame for her and he had always been a target to her.
His anguished thoughts were interrupted by the soft creak of the office door. Liam quickly composed himself, straightening in his chair as his mother, Harriet Parker, entered the room.
She was impeccably dressed, as always, her face a mask of concern that did little to hide the calculating glint in her eyes.
Seeing how affected he had been about everything, she had decided that it was the best time to get him to think of every girl as a gold digger and let her choose a bride for him. She was very sure that her plan would work since no man wouldn't fall into a vulnerable state after getting his heart broken twice.
