"What did you say? Amy?" Christian River raised his eyebrows at Graham Frye as if he had heard something very unusual. "Old Noah's woman?"
Graham Frye lit his cigarette and, with a half-smile, replied, "Yes..."
Amy was no match for Violet Don. That was plain for all to see.
Back then, with her stunning looks and unmatched talents, considering family background and education, Amy couldn't compare on any level to Violet. The only difference, perhaps, was Amy's innocent and pure face.
But Violet was too proud. She always behaved like the high and mighty lady, never showing those clear and limpid eyes. Amy was different; she looked pitiful, stirring a man's desire to possess her.
That was probably the only area where Amy had ever outdone Violet...
Graham Frye watched Violet's retreating figure, his eyes slowly narrowing.
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