“Miss Lexa,” Chris said, placing the Monet on the glass table. “I was just leaving. The owner is… indisposed.”
“Seven million,” he said. “And you buy me dinner first.” chris diamond miss lexa
“That’s leverage,” Lexa corrected. “And I’m selling it to the highest bidder tomorrow night at the Biltmore. But I have a problem. A rival collector—a man named Silas Vane—knows I have the card. He’s sent a team to intercept it before the auction.” “Miss Lexa,” Chris said, placing the Monet on
“I didn’t open it,” Chris said.