Last time, on Ashwood Manor.
Rosemary's beauty was greatly reputed and delivered on every rumor. Clarence was not able to stop himself from staring at her, watching her across the room as she tucked a curl from her short bob behind her ear and laughed at something her girlfriend said with genuine laughter; red lips framed straight, white teeth and green eyes sparkled under dark, thick lashes and striking eyebrows. The glitter of the beads in her very modern dress could not compete with those eyes.
Reginald noticed Clarence watching Rosemary through narrowed eyes. Normally her many admirers barely caught his attention--they were no match for him socially or financially. However, Clarence was the son of a Baron, and his baronage was well-known as a particularly prosperous one. This one would be worth watching closely. He motioned his man over and whispered in his ear. A quick nod and knowing glance later, he had complete faith that Carl would serve him well. The man was the best he'd ever met at opening closets and finding skeletons there. He was even talented at placing skeletons where they did not yet exist. No, if Clarence became a problem, Reginald would soon have all the ammunition he would need to remove the threat.
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