The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“Yet here we are,” Monsieur Bouchard said, a small smile
on his lips. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“When will you know?” Monsieur Gaston asked. “About
us being part of your board of advisors?”
“When will we know?” Monsieur Caron followed.
“All of you are in. If you accept.” I stood up, this time
calmly, though I really had to get out and go to London as
soon as possible. “We’ll have two meetings next week. Bring
your best ideas.”
I walked out of the room. Pierre handed me my cellphone
as soon as I stepped out. I looked at it. Still no calls or texts
from Adeline. My stomach knotted. Had I really fucked up
that badly? The door opened behind me and Pierre instantly
moved between me and the person.
“Your Majesty.” Monsieur Bouchard bowed as I turned
around. “I just want to apologize. I should not have made
assumptions. Please know that I will do everything I can to
support you and the Crown from here on out.”
“I appreciate that, Monsieur.” I gave him a nod and
walked away. I only had one Bouchard to deal with right now
and something told me she would be much less apologetic
than her father.