Seducing the Heiress by Martha Kennerson Read Free Book Online

now.”
    â€œSo there’s no evidence that the system was tampered with?”
    â€œNot that we’ve been able to find yet.” Farrah sat back in her chair.
    â€œWhat kind of proof will you need exactly?” Paul asked with a deep scowl.
    â€œMainly, we need to show that Robert’s designs were his own and weren’t based off anything that anyone else started a million years ago.”
    â€œToo bad Senior’s no longer in the land of the living. I bet your dad could get the truth out of him. He owes him.”
    Ignoring Paul, Farrah continued her rant. “And I don’t give a damn what Ted Jefferson Jr. thinks. Both he and that traitorous little witch can kiss my—”
    Paul sucked in a quick breath. “Calm down, girlfriend.”
    â€œIt makes me furious that we have to keep defending ourselves over such crap, like we’d stoop to something so low—not to mention hang on to the incriminating evidence. We all know what a brilliant mind Robert has, especially when it comes to computer systems. He doesn’t need some old fart’s road map to come up with his amazingly innovative design ideas. How dare they try and tarnish his reputation!”
    Paul’s smiled widened. “Man, you’ve got it bad... his reputation.”
    â€œI said our reputation.” Farrah checked her desktop clock and picked up a set of files that sat in the center of her desk. “I don’t have time for this. I have to get over to the law library and check on the Plan B options that Trey and his team sent over.”
    â€œPlan B?” Paul asked, his slim lips pulling into a frown.
    â€œIn case we can’t find a way to prove our innocence.”
    â€œHell, we don’t need a Plan B. We’re going to find whoever is trying to screw us and put a stop to this madness,” Paul stated.
    â€œI agree, but we have to be prepared. We all have a lot of time and money riding on the outcome of this case. Including you, mister. Last time I checked, you had a great deal of stock in the company, too.”
    â€œYeah, well, remember, I already have the best thing that money could never buy—the ability and the guts to marry the love of my life.” Paul snapped two fingers on his right hand before walking out the door.
    Unable to fight back the overwhelming feeling of loss in that moment, Farrah simply whispered, “Something I’ll never have...not with Robert, anyway.”
    Farrah blinked back the sting of tears in her eyes.

Chapter 5
    R obert had finally pulled into the garage of his office building after having made several stops to visit clients on his way back. He’d parked his black Porsche 911 Turbo Coupe in his spot, only a few short spaces away from the empty location where its white twin usually held ground, when his cell phone rang. Robert smiled, recognizing the number of the only woman he’d ever really trusted—his foster mother, Penny Hilton—but it faded quickly. He pushed the button to activate his car’s Bluetooth.
    â€œMomma Penny, everything all right?” he asked, nervous for her response.
    â€œOf course. You worry about me too much,” she said with a small laugh.
    Penny Hilton, or Momma Penny as Robert called her, had become Robert’s foster mother after his parents died in a boating accident when he was ten years old. The African-American widow had happily taken young Robert in when no other relative had come forward. Momma Penny had been his nanny since the day he was born and later the family’s housekeeper when he’d started school. She was his only family and he her only child. They adored each other. Robert’s parents’ unique approach to child rearing, followed by their sudden deaths, made it difficult for him to connect and trust people. Momma Penny helped him to find some semblance of security.
    â€œOnly because you’ve recently been released from the hospital.