Sophie covered her mouth, holding the two teeth she had lost in her hand. "I'm fine, just have a bit of a cold recently, my throat's hoarse. Come by when you have time, the old man's quite eager about his grandson these days." Her words had a hidden meaning.
Sure enough, she heard Eleanor Spencer say, "I'll have my assistant push back my schedule for the next couple of days. I'll come over to see you soon."
Sophie smiled as she hung up the phone, her bloody mouth curling coldly.
She knew better than anyone that no man was immune to lust. If Godwin Nightshade was, then his son surely was as well. Isabel Bennett was much easier to control than Aurelia Shaw. With Isabel in the door, it meant she had both the Nightshade Family and Mason Nightshade in the palm of her hand. She would always be the mistress of this house, and no one could replace her or take away all her splendor.
