“That’s not exactly wrong.”
Butler Murphy couldn’t help voicing his concern. “But if the family is from another city—if we offend them, wouldn’t that be a problem…?”
He was always the cautious type.
But Matriarch Paige Murphy had never cared much for caution—or for anyone besides herself. She scoffed, “Even if your guess is right, just how many families are there that we can’t afford to cross? The only one near Vistapeak City is the Wilkinsons from Cresthaven. That’s a hornet’s nest we don’t touch.”
“As for the rest, you think they’d go to war with the Murphys over Elissa Drummond? Please.”
The Murphy family couldn’t afford to offend the Wilkinsons.
But by the same token, the other families wouldn’t dare cross the Murphys either.
And there’d been no word that the Wilkinsons were even coming to Vistapeak City. What were the odds that someone from their family just happened to be staying here?
Butler Murphy nodded, “You’re right, madam…”
“Then what are you waiting for? Go and get her!”
Matriarch Paige, sitting in the back seat, shot Elissa a glare so sharp it could have cut glass. “If you let her stall for time again, how am I supposed to answer to the Crest family?”
Butler Murphy hesitated only a moment before nodding. “Understood.”
The Crest family might not be as powerful as the Murphys, but that meant little to Rowan Murphy.
If they got stood up again and lost their patience, even the old matriarch might not be able to smooth things over.
Elissa, pinned between two bodyguards, was far enough away that she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She could guess, though. Nothing good ever came from a secretive family huddle.

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