Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part Four (BWWM Romance Serial) Read Online Free

husband, but she’s doing okay. Women these
days, I guess, they don’t need men the way we did.”
    Jada struggled to keep from chuckling at Ophelia’s
long-suffering expression.
    The DA took a deep breath. “Grandma and I have already gone
over everything this morning before you got here, so would it be okay if I give
you a synopsis and you can ask Grandma to confirm that I got it right?”
    Jada was relieved. She’d dreaded interrogating elderly Mrs.
Nell. “Yes, that sounds perfect. Ian?”
    “Agreed,” he said, settling back in his chair, his hands
clasped loosely over his flat stomach, a portrait of relaxation.
    Jada never got used to how handsome he was, his dark hair
and strong jawline, his muscular arms and wide shoulders. The small room made
him seem even larger than usual. She tingled at the thought of how he kissed
her, how he took her in those powerful arms and ...
    Well, she thought, how stupid was that? She pulled herself
together and concentrated instead on how relaxed Ian was, considering the
importance of this meeting. While she was glad he was enjoying himself, she
hoped his attention didn’t falter.
    Wait. The man ran a multi-billion-dollar empire. Of course
he could look relaxed and still pay attention. He was probably deliberately
putting everyone at ease, or had some other, Machiavellian reason for his
position that Jada couldn’t comprehend.
    Ophelia brought her back to the meeting by saying, “Grandma
and I had a long conversation about everything, and I think we have some
information that will be useful.”
    “I should hope so,” Mrs. Nell said. “Been a lot of to-do
about your wedding, young lady.”
    “I can’t argue with you about that,” Jada said.
    “And for the record,” Ophelia said, “without Sylvia here to
corroborate what Grandma has told me, we can’t conclude anything for certain.”
    “We understand,” Jada said. “What have you learned?”
    “It started last Wednesday morning, not long before lunch. Grandma
remembers a woman coming in and talking to Sylvia for a while.”
    “Did she overhear anything they said?” Jada asked.
    “Not much. She was busy with her work.” She eyeballed Mrs.
Nell’s yarn pile, silently informing them that this undoubtedly was the work
Mrs. Nell had been doing.
    “Did she get a look at the woman? Can you describe her at
all, Mrs. Nell?” Jada asked.
    “She had on a big hat and sunglasses, kind of like you did
when you came in,” Mrs. Nell answered. “And she was tall. I remember that. You
don’t see many women that tall around here. We don’t grow ‘em that big.”
    “Do you remember anything else about her? Hair color, what
kind of clothes she wore, what the hat looked like, anything at all?”
    “No, none of that,” Mrs. Nell said. “I was at my desk and
she was all the way up front. I was wearing my close-up crocheting specs, not
my looking-out-there ones.”
    “That’s exactly what she told me earlier,” Ophelia
confirmed. “The woman spoke with Sylvia for some time and Grandma believes they
were talking about a marriage license because she heard the word wedding
several times, and Sylvia kept studying the document the woman and she were
discussing.”
    Jackpot, Jada thought. If Mrs. Nell’s story was true, and
Jada had no reason to doubt it, then Sylvia did know what was on that marriage
license. Therefore, it made sense to conclude that there was more behind the
bribe Sylvia accepted than merely calling CGTV with a tip, precisely as Jada
and Marina had speculated.
    “Grandma doesn’t remember how long they talked,” Ophelia
continued. “Grandma definitely remembers that right before noon, when it was
time for her leave for the day, Sylvia got a call from her son’s school. There
had been an accident on the playground and they wanted Sylvia to pick him up
and take him to the doctor. Grandma agreed to stay late and watch the office
while Sylvia was gone. Sylvia left and when she wasn’t able to return,