Theodore Vance relaxed on the plush sofa in his hotel suite.

He idly swirled the rich, red liquid in his crystal glass.

Daniel Pierce stood before him, posture deferential.

"Sir, as you instructed, news of your arrival has circulated widely."

"The response has been exactly as you anticipated."

"Since this afternoon, the city's elite have been arriving in a steady stream."

"Each brings lavish gifts, all hoping to curry your favor."

Theodore's expression was unreadable, a mask of cool indifference.

His voice was a low murmur. "Has the Blackwood family made an appearance?"

Daniel responded promptly. "They have, sir. Mrs. Margaret Blackwood is here."

"Shall I usher her in now?"

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched Theodore's lips.

"Send her in."

This entire spectacle had been meticulously staged for one purpose.

To lure the Blackwoods into his web.

"Immediately, sir." Daniel gave a sharp nod and exited the room.

Moments later, Margaret Blackwood swept into the suite.

A practiced, ingratiating smile was plastered across her face.

Her every gesture was calculated to appeal.

She had been mingling downstairs, waiting for an audience.

Being summoned first was a surprise. A welcome one.

An alliance with the Vance family would be a monumental advantage for her and her son.

Her eyes immediately found Theodore.

She wasted no time in presenting an exquisitely wrapped box.

"Mr. Vance, a humble gift. I hope it finds your favor."

Theodore didn't even glance at the offering.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Daniel stepped forward and accepted it.

Margaret's smile tightened. She opened her mouth to speak.

Theodore's voice cut her off, casual yet sharp. "Mrs. Blackwood. You and your late husband have a son, correct?"

"Why is he not here with you today?"

The mention of Harrison was like a physical blow.

Margaret's carefully constructed composure cracked.

The image of her son, trapped in a prison cell, flashed in her mind.

A fresh wave of hatred for Alexander and Evelyn washed over her.

She would never forget who was responsible for her son's plight.

Her lips quivered with suppressed fury.

She drew a slow, shaky breath, fighting to control the rage.

"He... he encountered some difficulties. He was unable to attend."

Theodore had no patience for pretense. He let out a derisive snort.

"Difficulties? You mean he's rotting in a cell, don't you?"

"He couldn't even handle a cripple like Alexander Blackwood?"

"And now he remains behind bars? Pathetic."

Margaret's resentment flared. Her face tightened. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Theodore observed her reaction with detached amusement.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Mrs. Blackwood, let me be direct. Do you wish to see your son freed?"

Margaret's expression transformed instantly.

Shock and desperate hope warred in her eyes. "Mr. Vance... are you suggesting...?"

Theodore set his wine glass down with a definitive click.

His tone was businesslike, laced with dark promise. "I'll speak plainly. I want Evelyn."

"Secure a divorce between Evelyn and Alexander."

"Do that, and I will ensure your son is released from prison."

A cruel smile played on Theodore's lips.

The offer hung in the air, seductive and dangerous.

"Mrs. Blackwood, do we have an agreement?"