Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 864

Lydia arched an eyebrow. “Lincoln?” Was this the same Lincoln who got forced to do a hundred push-ups by Connor at the Davis family charity gala?

“Yes, Lorelei, it’s me. I was hoping to buy you a coffee. Would you let me?” Lincoln was practically dizzy from how stunning Lydia looked. He’d been waiting just for her. The roses in his hand were actually meant for someone else, but the moment he saw Lydia step out, he changed his mind and hurried backstage to wait for her.

“Didn’t you say you haven’t even graduated college yet?” Lydia asked.

Lincoln hesitated. “Age doesn’t matter. What matters is how serious I am about you, Lorelei.”

“I’m thirty,” Lydia replied, her tone matter-of-fact.

Lincoln’s eyes went wide. No way. She didn’t look thirty at all. He paused, then tried again, holding out the bouquet. “Love doesn’t care about age.”

“Oh, honey, who are you? Lorelei isn’t interested in dating,” Katie called out, her voice full of urgency as she rushed in. She’d been waiting for Lydia to come offstage, and when she didn’t show, Katie figured someone must have stopped her. And she was right. This kid barely looked old enough to shave. He actually had the guts to hit on their Lorelei?

Lincoln lifted his chin, getting ready to announce himself like he was somebody important. “I’m—”

“Lincoln, itching for more push-ups?” a cold, bone-chilling voice cut through the air. Lincoln stiffened, almost bolting on the spot. He turned slowly, disbelief written all over his face, and saw the one person who haunted his nightmares step out of the shadows.

His eyes went wide. Oh, hell. Why was this demon here too?

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