That was worth more than any speech.

Chapter 6 — Julian Rhodes

A tall man was approaching, carrying Emma’s tiny silver shoes in one hand, an expression of easy warmth on his face.

“Marcus,” Chloe whispered, a warning in her voice.

But Marcus did not hear her.

Because he had recognized the man, and recognition had rooted him to the floor.

Everyone in Boston finance recognized that face.

Julian Rhodes.