Page 32 of Bliss with a Billionaire

“If you’re worried about Kyle jumping on this bandwagon, I already warned him that it would be inappropriate to be adopted by someone you tried to date.”

Kyle glared at his sister. “Thanks, sis. I really appreciate your analysis of the situation.”

“What?” Sierra said with a shrug. “It’s true.”

“Okay, let’s just…put this on the back burner for the moment, okay? Let’s focus on making sure your mother–”

“Don’t call her that,” Sierra warned with a wag of her finger. “Lydia is her name. My mother is Julia.”

Grant rubbed his daughter’s arm, pleased with how close she’d grown to his wife. “Okay. Let’s focus on making sure Lydia goes to jail for a very long time.”

“Or just leaves,” Sierra said.

“I’m kind of with Sierra on this one,” Kyle said. “Is it possible for us to putherin a foreign prison and forget she exists?”

“Unfortunately, Lydia’s connections are fairly extensive. She’d probably end up married to the foreign dignitary, and we’d be worse off,” Grant said, checking his watch.

“We should discuss ways to get rid of her,” Sierra said.

He scrunched his eyebrows as he flicked his gaze up to her, prepared to answer when he realized she’d been talking to Kyle.

“Oh, I have ideas,” Kyle answered.

“If they’re anything like the ones you had for Luke, they won’t work,” Grant said.

“Those ideas weren’tthatbad. They just needed to be…revised.”

Sierra tossed her cards down. “What ideas? I want to hear them. We need Lydia out of the way fast.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” Grant said with a shake of his head. “No one is going to do anything crazy.”

“Why are you protecting her? Do you want someone to get hurt? Do you want her to steal the company from you? Do you actually think Alex Stone is going to keep bailing you out?”

“He didn’t…okay, look, I don’t want anything to happen. I’d be happy if your mo–Lydia blinked off the face of the earth tomorrow. But I’m not going to let you two do stupid things like slash her tires or…poison her makeup.”

Kyle grabbed a notepad from the drawer of his nightstand. “Oh, that’s a good one I hadn’t thought of. Arsenic would be the most appropriate choice of course.”

“Stop writing that,” Grant said as he tossed his cards down.

Sierra poked her nail-polished nail at the paper. “Write it. I like that idea, too. She wears enough, it’ll kill her almost instantaneously.”

“I wonder where she keeps the arsenic she used on Julia?” Kyle asked as he tapped the pen against his lips.

Sierra wrinkled her nose. “Can’t we just buy new arsenic?”

“Yeah, but if it’s arsenic she bought herself…”

“Ohhh, it can’t be traced to us.” Sierra bobbed her head up and down. “Right. That’s smart.”

“No one is putting arsenic, new or old, into anyone’s makeup. Stop talking about it.” He leapt from his seat and paced the floor.

“Well, we can’t slash her tires, Daddy, that’s just stupid.”

“I didn’t say–that’s Kyle’s idea.”

Kyle shook his head. “No, it wasn’t. You accused me of starting with the plan to slash your tires when I came to town, but that wasn’t even close to one of my plans.”

“What were the plans that you scraped? Is there anything we can use for Lydia?” Sierra asked.