Suri gave a dubious glance at the house in front of her. If she’d been intimidated by Yael’s sprawling home that was nothing compared to the Goldfeder mansion.
She hesitated by the imposing wooden door. This was a mistake a crazy mistake. She should have done the sensible thing and gone to her lawyer. Wasn’t she paying him big bucks because he knew just what to do with the sort of information she held in her pocket? Instead she’d chosen to take a trip into the lion’s den.
The doorbell reverberated as if through a cavernous hall. A moment later the door opened and a woman who was clearly the housekeeper ushered her inside. Each step through the marble art-lined hallway served to drive home the message more sharply: These people were in a totally different league. Attempting to fight them was like a mouse trying to nip at the heels of an elephant.
But then again that’s why she was here. Because she wasn’t interested in fighting.
