Chapter 260

• At the mention of his name, Tedmond’s eyes snapped toward the butler. He was still in bed, expecting Rick to wake him up for breakfast or some dull morning routine. Instead, the man stood at the door, holding a neatly sealed envelope.
• “An invitation?” Tedmond echoed, his brows arching in surprise.
• He sat up straighter, confusion spreading across his features. As far as he knew, no one had any reason to send him anything—let alone an invitation.