Heir Of The Blackwood Legacy

Chapter 7

Butler Thompson's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Master Mark, I've received word that the Featherings are planning a grand open-house event at their estate, showcasing their wealth and influence. It's the perfect opportunity for us to gain access to their inner chambers and retrieve the ledgers and documents we need."

Mark's brow furrowed in concern.

"But we don't even know where these ledgers are kept. How are we supposed to find them?"

Butler Thompson's expression turned sly. "Ah, Master Mark, that's where your... particular set of skills come into play. I'm sure you'll be able to find out where the ledgers are kept before the open house. Perhaps a bit of... flirting with Mrs. Feathering or charming her daughter, Felicia, might yield the information we need."

Mark's face twisted in distaste.

"You want me to use my wife and her mother to get what we want? That's low, even for us Blackwoods."

Butler Thompson's voice remained calm and collected.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Master Mark. We must do whatever it takes to reclaim our family's legacy. And who knows? You might even enjoy the challenge."

Mark looks away, his face stained with worry.

Felicia Feathering gazed at her reflection, expertly applying a swipe of mascara to her lashes. She was feeling radiant, her skin glowing with a subtle sheen.

Tonight was the night she would finally meet Ethan Ryder, the enigmatic CEO of NovaTech, at the prestigious Silverwood Art Gallery. A thrill of excitement coursed through her veins as she thought about the possibilities.

But as she reached for her lipstick, a pang of sadness crept into her heart. Mark had been absent lately, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her.

Where was he by this time of the day?

She pushed the thought aside, telling herself she was strong enough to handle whatever came her way. "I got this," she whispered, her confidence renewed.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the art gallery, its sleek glass entrance gleaming in the evening light.

A discreet tipoff from a trusted source had confirmed that Ethan Ryder would indeed be attending the exclusive event. Felicia's pulse quickened as she slipped inside, her eyes scanning the crowded room for a glimpse of the elusive CEO.

Ethan Ryder was notorious for his innovative genius and ruthless business tactics. His company, NovaTech, had revolutionized the tech industry, and his influence was unparalleled. But getting an appointment with him was like trying to crack a safe – nearly impossible. Tonight, however, Felicia had managed to crack the code, and she was determined to make the most of it.

As she mingled with the art enthusiasts and investors, Felicia's gaze locked onto a figure standing across the room – tall, dark-haired, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. Ethan Ryder. Her heart raced with anticipation, and she knew this was just the beginning of a thrilling encounter.

Felicia drifted towards the wall, her eyes fixed on a stunning piece by the renowned artist, Rafael Santiago.

“Rafael’s painting.” Felicia mouthed purposely to get his attention and this time, Ethan slightly looked at the young lady trying to build a conversation with him.

“The painting, *Echoes in the Night*” she chuckled nervously with a raised brow. Yet he didn’t say anything but returned his gaze to the paint, his other hand gently holding to a red wine.

Felicia continued.

“Depicted a hauntingly beautiful scene of a moonlit forest, the trees' branches like nature's own cathedral.” She stood there, transfixed, her mind absorbing the vibrant colors and textures. All she had said were true and it was rare to see a lady who knew much about paintings. This amused Ethan. He finally let out a chuckle.

Ethan Ryder's amusement was palpable as he turned at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, you have an appreciation for the finer things in life, I see," he said, his deep voice low and smooth.

Felicia turned to him, a smile spreading across her face. Finally! She got his attention.

"Rafael Santiago is a genius. This piece is a masterpiece. The way he captures the essence of the forest, the play of light and shadow... it's simply breathtaking."

Ethan's face lit up with delight. "You're absolutely right. I've always been fascinated by his use of color and composition. It's like he's telling a story, don't you think?"

As they delved into a discussion about art, technique, and creativity, Felicia found herself lost in the conversation, her passion for the subject shining through. It wasn't until they introduced themselves, exchanging names and pleasantries, that she remembered her true intention.

"Ethan, I must say, I'm impressed by your knowledge of art. But I'm also here to discuss business, with you.”

His smile faded. Like he lost his interest.

“I represent the Blackwood enterprise, and we have a proposal that could benefit NovaTech greatly."

Ethan's expression turned apologetic, his hands raised in a gentle protest.

"Felicia Feathering, right?” She nodded. “Please, not tonight. I'm here to unwind, to appreciate the beauty around me. Business can wait. Let's simply enjoy the art, the company, and the moment."

Felicia's lips curved into a gracious smile, her mind racing with strategies to persuade him otherwise. But for now, she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Of course, Ethan. The art is indeed captivating. Let's savor the evening, and perhaps... another time, we can discuss the details."

Ethan nodded, his eyes never leaving Felicia's face.

"I'm glad we can agree on that."

He took a step closer, his voice low and flirtatious.

"So, Felicia, are you married?"

Felicia's cheeks flushed slightly as she replied, "Yes, I am."

Ethan's eyebrows raised in teasing curiosity. "And yet, you're here alone tonight. Why didn't you bring your husband along?"

Felicia's laughter was husky, her words dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, he's far too busy with work to bother with something as trivial as art and culture."

Ethan's chuckle was low and throaty. "Ah, I see. Well, in that case, I think you're too delicate to be out here alone. You need someone to protect you from the wolves."

Felicia's face bloomed with a deep blush, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think I can handle myself, thank you very much."

Ethan's grin was disarming. "I'm sure you can, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't join me for dinner sometime. A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be alone."

Felicia's voice was playful. "A date, you mean?"

Ethan's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Yes, a date. To discuss business, of course. And because I find you incredibly interesting, Felicia."

The air seemed to vibrate with tension as they exchanged a look, as her eyes locked with his, she could feel some kind of connection with him.

What was this man playing at?