The Sheik Want's Grandchildren.

Later that night, Mark sat alone in his hotel room, staring at the stunning Las Vegas skyline. Nearby, his aide stood with a tablet in her hand.

"Any updates on Lovely Lewis?" Mark looked back and asked.

"She has kept a low profile since the dinner at the Lewis residence," the assistant explained. However, she remains in the city. If you're interested, I can arrange a meeting—"

Mark lifted his hand to cut him off. "Not at this time. I will personally attend to that. She's worth more than just talking. She's beautiful and is... Special."

It took the assistant a second to decide to nod. "Understood, sir."

Mark's jawline narrowed to a line. Just as he couldn't afford to push things with Lovely, he couldn't press Emily for answers. Even if the doors they were watching over were locked, the truth might be revealed by one of these women. 

"Remember to be patient," he told himself. "A long game awaits you."