Chapter 82

Mary

I kept alert during dinner, but nothing different happened. Am I becoming paranoid? Do I not know my father well enough anymore?

" The most awaited time has come," Omar smiled as the plates were cleared away, "time for dessert.”

I frowned as a Red Velvet cake was brought to the table by a waiter my father had hired for the evening. My surprise increased even more when he handed a cake knife with a spatula to Pyotr.

" What's going on? " I stammered in confusion.

" I thought it was clear that this is a celebratory dinner, Marianne," my father explained as if it were obvious. “Doesn't the cake tell you anything?”

" That you've lost your mind and I can have you committed and take over the publishing company? " I tried.

" What do I do with this? " My husband whispered to me.

" I'm sorry to disappoint you dear, but my sanity is still intact," he smiled, "but it was a good guess.”

" Can someone explain it to me? " I asked.

" Don't look at me," Ian shrugged, "I've just been inv