Chapter 35

Michael gave Henry a merciless laugh. "You'll need a girlfriend first before you start talking about carrying on the family line." Henry glanced toward the stairs, then turned back. His tone deflated. "I'm waiting for the right moment." "You didn't put in any effort before her marriage, and you sulked through the wedding. Now she's getting divorced, and yet you're still acting like a coward. I swear, you're hopeless. Who'd look up to a man who treats love like it's everything, yet acts like a mutt crawling in the dirt?" Michael sneered. Henry fell silent. With a mouth like that, Michael should've been in foreign affairs, not handling guns. Hell, he would've pissed off half the world's diplomats. … The apartment had belonged to Evelyn—or to be exact, it had been passed down from Elise's maternal grandmother, Victoria Bronson. The location wasn't bad, but the building was part of an old neighborhood from decades ago. The lights on her floor flickered on and off. Sometimes, Elise