âWeâre not for sale, Mrs. Larson,â Lucien Garnier refused flatly. âAnd Iâm sure youâll agree that trying to build a relationship of any kind at this stage is out of the question.â
Completely unaffected by his blunt statement, Emerald Larson stared across her highly polished Louis XIV desk at one of her recently discovered grown grandchildren. She could understand his and his two siblingsâ anger. It had to have been quite disconcerting to discover that instead of the struggling artist heâd portrayed himself to be, their father Neil Owens was really Owen Larson, the philandering, footloose offspring of one of the richest, most powerful women in the corporate world. But then, she hadnât been overly happy to learn that in his youth, her late son had left a bevy of women pregnant and on their own.
Since learning of her grandchildren, Emerald had arranged for all of Owenâs children to claim their birthright and take their rightful place within the Emerald, Inc. corporate empire. She had successfully built a relationship with her three other grandsons and set them up with companies of their own, but the trouble was, she didnât know exactly how many children Owen had fathered or even if sheâd found all of them. It was only in the past few months sheâd learned that her son had impregnated yet another womanânot once, but twice. His affair with a young Frenchwoman visiting the San Francisco area on a student visa had resulted in a set of twin sons, Lucien and Jacques. Then, ten years later, Owen had returned to the woman and rekindled the affair, only to leave the poor dear girl pregnant again, this time with a daughter, Arielle.
The fact that Francesca Garnier had been the only woman Owen had returned to was bittersweet for Emerald. It was heartening to learn that her hedonistic son had loved the woman as much as he was capable of loving anyone, but disappointing to realize that in the end, his self-absorption had won out and heâd left Francesca behindâjust as heâd done with the others.
But the past was just thatâthe past. There was little Emerald could do about what had taken place all those years ago. The only thing to be done now was to forge ahead and focus her efforts on righting things between herself and the three Garnier siblings.
âI can well understand your irritation, Lucien, but think about what Iâm offering you and your brother and sister. Each of you will receive a multimillion-dollar trust fund, as well as complete control of one of my companies.â
âWe donât need your money or your company,â Jacques reiterated.
âI understand that you and Lucien are wealthy enough in your own right now to never want for anything,â Emerald acknowledged, nodding. Turning her attention to her only granddaughter, she smiled. âBut what about you, darling? Iâm sure your teaching salary is adequate enough to provide you with the basics, but what Iâm offering is financial security for the rest of your life. Youâll never have to worry about taking care of yourself or yourââ
âArielle is fine,â Lucien interrupted, his glare formidable. âJake and I have always taken care of our sister and we always will. Weâll see that she has everything she needs.â
âAnd you should both be commended for the sacrifices youâve made to raise her.â Emerald was completely impervious to his dark expression. âAfter your motherâs untimely death, you not only did an excellent job of taking care of your sister, you both held jobs, as well as finished your education. Thatâs a huge undertaking for two boys barely twenty years old.â