Chapter 22

Ambrose glanced at the incoming call, stepped outside, and answered. A few moments later, he came back in. The anger on his face had vanished, replaced by a calm, measured composure. "Lorraine Neale, this is your last chance. If you call off your engagement with Justin, I might marry you. But you have to cut ties with him completely. And make sure Professor Neale keeps funding my project. "From now on, you'll do as you're told and act like my wife." His tone was arrogant, sounding more like a command than a request. Before Lorraine could speak, Lucy let out a sharp, contemptuous retort. "Do you think you're even half as good as Mr. Ford? Take a good look at yourself first!" Her eyes were full of disgust. Both Justin and Ambrose had studied under Frederick, but Justin was now a renowned entrepreneur, while Ambrose was still just getting started. Ambrose blamed it all on luck, never willing to admit he wasn't capable. "Well said! And why would I ever choose you over Justin? Because