CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN

RICHARD’S POV

"So, you're telling me your family is holding off on marrying you off like some prized pony, all for a shot at this consortium?" I asked, stirring the ice in my scotch.

Amelia nodded earnestly, her brow furrowed with concern. "It's not exactly like that," she said, a slight blush creeping up her neck. "They just think it would be a good opportunity for the family business."

I chuckled. "Right, and I'm sure they wouldn't dream of picking a suitable bachelor with excellent connections if you fail."

She shot me a playful glare. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"A lot," I admitted, taking a sip of my drink. "But hey, maybe I can offer some advice. You never know, I might even have a few connections myself."

Amelia's eyes widened. "You're serious? You could actually help?"

I leaned back, enjoying her sudden surge of hope. "Well, I am a member of this illustrious Business Consortium you speak of."

The look on her face was priceless. Pure, unrefined hock. "You're kidd