The Meyer household was a buzz of confusion.

David shot Marek a quizzical look. "What's the deal here?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Marrying off my daughter is one thing," he continued, "but you're asking for five percent of Meyer Corporation's shares? You know as well as I do that the company is in that witch's grasp, and I can't touch it."

Mention of Vivienne twisted his features into a scowl.

"I know you don't have the clout, Sir, but I've got a ...