"A deal? Christina gave a cold snort.

Fanny, if she remembered correctly, was the daughter of a poor nobleman, and what Fanny could offer her?

"You want money, don't you? I'll make it up to you privately, and your agreement with Emond will remain as it is."

"Twenty million. I'll give you twenty more."

Twenty million was a lot of money, Fanny planned, but it was better than redistribution, and the longer things waited, the more dangerous it would be. She understood that Emond would have said yes if Chris had asked.

"Did I hear you right? You're gonna give me $20 million? Where does your money come from? Miss...