"Aren't your demands getting excessive, Mr. Huxley?" Christina's voice was strained with barely contained anger.

Conan smiled, seemingly unfazed. "Don't get upset, Ms. Stevens. It pains my heart to see a beauty like you become Mr. Weller's woman soon. Can any of you imagine wanting something so badly, yet knowing it's forever out of reach?"

Leroy snapped impatiently. "Just get to the point, Mr. Huxley. And remember, no one except Harvey is worthy of Christie."

Conan chuckled. "You're absolutely right. Ms. Stevens and Mr. Weller are a perfect match. I'm not asking for much—I just want to share one intimate toast with Ms. Stevens, our faces close together. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

Under the Stevens family's icy stares, Conan continued shamelessly, "Foreigners even kiss on the lips as a greeting, don't they? I'm just asking for one toast. I promise, just one."

Christina was disgusted that after all his circling, his intentions were so crude. Without hesitation, she re