Franklin looked at him coldly. “I have represented Mr. Mercer for twelve years. The only fabrication in this room is your assumption that wealth must dress for your approval.”

Samuel’s mouth opened, but no words came.

Amelia rose slowly. “The richest private developer in the country has been sleeping on a couch?”

“I’ve slept in worse places,” Matthew said.

“You let us believe you were poor.”

“You decided I was poor before asking a single question.”