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Chapters (73)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. PART TWO
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. PART THREE
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. THIRTY-FIVE
  41. THIRTY-SIX
  42. THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. THIRTY-NINE
  45. FORTY
  46. FORTY-ONE
  47. FORTY-TWO
  48. FORTY-THREE
  49. FORTY-FOUR
  50. PART FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. FIFTY-THREE
  60. PART FIVE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. FIFTY-FIVE
  63. FIFTY-SIX
  64. FIFTY-SEVEN
  65. FIFTY-EIGHT
  66. FIFTY-NINE
  67. SIXTY
  68. SIXTY-ONE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  73. About the Publisher

‘I will let Lord Robert know you are here. Just a moment, please.’

Before Turnbull could go into the library, the door swung open and Robert stepped out.

‘Adrian, old chap, you’ve made it over earlier than usual today,’ he exclaimed. ‘But I’ve finished my work. You could say I’ve just closed my shop.’

‘I’m happy to hear that,’ Adrian responded, walking forward as Turnbull moved aside. Adrian and Robert embraced quickly and stood apart.

‘What’s that package you’re hanging onto for dear life?’ Robert asked, eyeing the envelope. Adrian had it pressed to his chest.

‘It’s for you actually,’ Adrian said to his friend, following Robert into the library and closing the door. Handing the large envelope to him, he added, ‘It’s your freedom.’

‘My freedom?’ Robert repeated and frowned. Then it dawned on him what Adrian meant, and he exclaimed, ‘It’s the report from the private investigator, isn’t it?’

‘It is indeed.’ Adrian sat down in the chair opposite Robert’s desk.

Robert was still standing. Placing the envelope on the desk, he finally sat and stared at Adrian. ‘Dirt? Hot stuff? The goods?’

‘I should say so … the works! You’re now holding the winning hand, so to speak. Wait until you read it all. It’ll knock your socks off.’

Robert smiled. It was almost disbelieving, and then he said, ‘Give me the gist of it now, a taste, and then I’ll go through the folders later. I suppose there is another man, by the look on your face. Or is it many men over the years? Nothing would surprise me with her.’

‘One man.’

‘Who is he? Do we know him?’

‘He’s French, by the way.’

‘You’ve got to be joking.’ Robert was aghast.

‘I’m not. He’s a Frenchman all right and quite a famous one at that. From a very wealthy background. Married. Four children and, as a Frenchman and a Roman Catholic, obviously no divorce. Not ever.’

‘How long has the affair been going on?’ Robert gave Adrian a hard stare. ‘By the look on your face, it’s long-standing.’ A sudden thought struck him and, before Adrian could answer, Robert said, ‘Not before my boys … my sons are mine, aren’t they?’

‘Of course they are! They’re the bloody spitting image of you. Blue eyes, black hair and tall. Lucinda has been involved with the Frenchman for years, and I’m certain of that. It’s in the report.’

‘Hmmmm. A long time. Who is he? What’s his name?’

‘Léon Theroux. Forty-two years old. Very ordinary-looking, not a handsome man at all. But he is an important politician. He’s a minister in the French government. Powerful, with a lot of clout.’