Page 279 of Money Reigns
Put these on, my sweet girl.
Then go to the place where it all started.
Where we first met.
—W
My throat closes around a rush of air.
I know exactly where that is.
Ella watches me, eyes shining. “Where?”
“Beaumont Enterprises.” My voice is barely a whisper, but my chest is soaring.
Ella squeezes my arm, grinning ear to ear. “Then let’s go get you engaged.”
“He can’t really want to propose here,” I laugh nervously as the car pulls up to Beaumont Enterprises. The steel and glass rise sharp against the night sky, every floor lit like a beacon.
Ella just smirks. “Oh, he can. He’s War Beaumont.”
We ride the elevator up to the seventeenth floor. My stomach flips as the doors open to WesTech’s wing. Conference Room A—the place where I first met him, full of tension and fire and intrigue neither of us wanted to name.
The door’s already open.
Inside, Wesley leans casually against the table, a black box in his hands, his smirk just this side of infuriating.
“Olivia,” he greets, pushing off the table. “Back where it all began.”
I blink at him, startled. “You’re in on this?”
“Of course I am.” He grins wider, stepping closer. “The man knows how to delegate.”
He opens the box to reveal a necklace, delicate platinum, diamonds that match the earrings glittering in perfect symmetry.
My breath catches. “It’s beautiful.”
“Turn around.”
I do, hair swept aside as Wesley clasps the necklace around my throat. The cool metal settles against my skin, heavy with meaning.
He squeezes my shoulder lightly. “Good luck, Baker. Last chance to back out.”
I laugh, breathless. “Not a chance.”
He slips a black envelope into my hand. I unfold it.
Amongst the flowers, where I first showed you what forever could feel like.
Meet me there.
—W
Flowers.
I frown, then it hits me all at once.
The conservatory garden.
