THE BILLIONAIRE NOBODY

rroundings. The filmy canopy curtains drifted in a lazy breeze as dawning

ndrils of morning sunlight. The immaculately manicured grounds already bustled with activity, gard

nd privilege just as much as any Westinghouse by blood. With an impish grin, he turned and strode towards the ar

en locked up. It now seemed like he was dreaming, he couldn't even recall if the i

ing unable to conjure a definite ans

yesterday's copious livery selections had hung in neat, pressed rows,

icholas froze at the disdainful fi

as he propped one shoulder against the jamb. "We shan't be wasting any more of the Westinghouse fortun

rrogant jackanapes talk down to him after his own father's invitation? Before

family manor." His smile was as ingratiating as a baring of fangs. "You'll thank me one day for sparking a

h gritted teeth, he snatched up the robe and sandals, his only remaining option. How rapidly fortune's caprices

nghouses' disdainful glares. Sure enough, they drilled into him f

with a napkin. "There he is, our mistreated foundling gracing us with his ragamuffin visibil

ister Evelyn smirked nastily. "Delectable indeed, Daddy - like the dog kennels at the ci

. She gazed beseechingly towards her intended with those soulful brown eyes. "

ng her delicate features. "You watch yourself preaching that blasphemy too loudly, dear s

ightly familial rancors. Let the poor lad break his fast and prove h

rge silver tureen. The burly attendant hoisted the heavy platt

lattered within. Its stench wafted into his nostrils with t

omach a bit of harmless ribbing, at least prove you've the constitution

ision. Even through her aristocratic poise, he could sense the subtle tension thrumming in her peti