Chapter 193: The Agreement
The Intervention when it all started.
Sam leaned back on the chair, still dressed in the long dress she was wearing just an hour ago at dinner with her brother Ivan. Her green eyes rested on the slicked blond on the seat beside her. Marco, Lisa and Elle had just left minutes ago, "Ivan knows." she said, causing the slicked blond to turn to her intrigued.
"It would be safe to assume Anna is aware too", she added, unclipping her hair and letting it fall to her shoulders.
A dejected look passed Levi’s chiselled face, "Yep." he agreed sourly. Why his sister hadn’t made any comment yet, he could only imagine in hopes that she could use it to her advantage in the future. She thinks ahead more than everybody else when it comes to anything she may gain.
Sam expelled a lungful of a sigh. "So...decision." she trailed, wanting to get this bump over with, she was in enough stress already with some family issues--the very reason why she had forsaken the last name and all the shit that came along with it in the first place.
2 hours ago, Restaurant
Ivan held the fork and knife in each hand as he sliced through his steak, "Denise is on the move." he informed, well aware of the things his grandmother had been doing behind their backs. If there was someone more dangerous to their family, it was their grandmother who tended to believe that her way is the best way to ensure the best of the family perhaps for their family in her own opinion, that is in her own screwed up definition of it. Be it arranging political deals or marriages behind their backs.
Sam took a sip of champagne, washing the savoury taste of meat off her palate as she looked at him, "Of course she is. Who is it this time?" she asked, not at the least surprise, it wasn’t the first time after all. She had been avoiding all of her ’evil grandmother’s’ attempts of acting as cupid with a gun pointed at her head. It was matchmaking her with someone she deems fit for her name and status. Her refusal had always been successful for the simple truth that she never really had a weakness that could be used to coerce her into doing whatever the older woman wanted.
"Sir Keswick." Ivan shared, causing Sam to scowl visibly.
Sam shook her head in disbelief, "Highly ambitious of her--A Royal blood. What are her plans? Murdering the Royal Family? So she could be Queen of England?" the redhead scoffed at the thought.
Weren’t they rich enough? Now her grandmother wants her to marry a man, technically worth 3.6Billion pounds. What a greedy old hag and her grandmother Monica just wanted a new pair of gardening scissors for Christmas.
Sam picked on the vegetables, "I don’t understand why she’s picking on me." she said.