Chapter 163

• RICHARD'S POV
• I got home and collapsed into my chair, staring at my laptop screen. I needed to figure out a way to stop Amelia’s marriage to Langston Gilbert. I typed his name into Google, half-expecting to find out he’s a saint or something. Instead, I was met with a mountain of information about his oil trade empire and other exchange activities. The man was indeed a big shot. Damn it.
• “Of course he’s a big shot,” I muttered to myself. “A man like him always seems to have his fingers in every pie.”