Anthony Louis laughed.
"What do you think, Grace, that boy isn't good enough to be sacrificed in the Middle East?"
Aunt Grace stepped out from behind a hidden room that at first glance was just a wall with oval curtains.
Aunt Grace smiled. "Sir, at least he's trying to keep Miss Rachel and her baby-to-be apart. You gave him something very heavy, even the late First Young master gave up on a project in the Middle East that didn't work out for over thirteen years."
Anthony Luis sat in his oversized chair and started lighting his cigar. "It can't be helped? He's so desperate to get into the Luis family. If things go too easy, I'll just as well not give him the challenge. That's the price he has to pay for thwarting my plan. He even threatened me! Damn it!" said Anthony Luis.
Aunt Grace laughed. "So how are you going to pass it on to Miss Rachel, sir?" he asked.