the world.’
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about,’ said Edward. ‘I have to go. Goodbye, Mr Bertiull.’
Dominic hung up the phone and sat in thought.
Something odd was going on. Edward Badger was very cagey about the formula, and then said that the decision to sell the company would be made as a family.
He needed to know more, but he didn’t want to scare the granddaughters away. His eyes turned to the computer screen, and settled on Matilde. Perhaps he might try seeing what she would reveal away from the Le Marche and Paris gossips. According to his sources, there was no love lost between her and Robert, so no doubt she would be happy to spill the secrets for some revenge and a price; there was no doubt that she would be left nothing by the old woman, and Robert wasn’t going to share anything he had with his ex-wife.
Robert really was a repugnant man, thought Dominic, as he left the office and got into his waiting car. When Robert had first approached him with the news that his mother was dying, and would he want to buy the company from him, Dominic wasn’t interested, but then he spoke of the formula. A contact at the private bank, Lombard Odier, told him there was a sealed envelope in a vault belonging to Daphné Le Marche with the words written on the front—
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