A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 156

Even Jeremiah was starting to have second thoughts.

He never expected that one day, out of the blue, he'd hear the news: Elvis was going to get engaged to the Thorne family's heiress!

As far as Jeremiah knew, Elvis was the last person on earth who'd ever agree to a business marriage.

Clearly, Elvis must have real feelings for Miss Thorne.

And now, the more Jeremiah thought about it, the more obvious it seemed that "real feelings" was putting it mildly—this was the kind of love that took root and refused to let go.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Elvis asked without even glancing up.

Jeremiah grinned, feigning innocence. "Oh, I was just thinking about something I heard. Apparently, there's a little betting pool going on. They're wagering on whether you'd ever fall in love before you turned thirty. I hear the stakes are pretty high."

Elvis snorted. "How childish."

Jeremiah was undeterred, even more entertained. "You're only twenty-seven. That's three whole years before thirty, and you've already fallen head over heels for Miss Thorne. I guess everyone who bet you wouldn't wise up until after thirty is about to lose big time."

It was obvious Elvis couldn't care less about anyone's lost bets. He just said, "Don't say anything about the engagement ring."

"Got it. You want to surprise her, right? Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Jeremiah's smile faded a little as he added, "But just a heads up—the designer you want is notoriously eccentric. I can't promise my cousin will be able to convince her."

"Alright," Elvis replied simply.

Just then, Elvis's phone buzzed twice. He glanced down and saw a message from Winona. Instantly, he picked it up and opened it.

She'd sent a photo—a tall stack of thick documents.

"Just finished sorting all these files! Impressive, right?"

"I haven't decided yet. Let's figure it out when we meet tonight."

"Sounds good."

Over at Thorne Group, Winona put her phone down, the smile still lingering at the corners of her eyes.

Honestly, those files hadn't been much trouble for her. This was her family's business, after all; it didn't feel like work.

Her father would never let her overextend herself anyway.

But chatting with Elvis during breaks? That was enough to make any day brighter.

While she was in such a good mood, on the third floor of The Lunar Lounge, the atmosphere couldn't have been more different—the private room was thick with tension.