The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker novel Chapter 50

Emerson Carlisle massaged his temples. On the computer screen was an unflattering picture of Marilynn partying in a club her face practically glowing from the alcohol in her system. Her dress was extremely short, barely covering her. Over the years she appeared more and more in the gossip columns and it was getting harder to ignore. Worse it was beginning to affect business.

Carlisle Enterprises was a family business, not unlike the DaLairs, Prescotts and Stantons. Investors looked to Emerson and his family to gauge the vitality of the company. Marilynn’s binge partying was not viewed favorably and he had no other children or grandchildren so the company’s future also had an unfavorable outlook especially compared to the DaLairs who had seen an incredible spike in investors and interest since Julius’s wedding and birth of his third child.

As if the pictures themselves were not enough of an insult there were the comments that followed. He paged down the comment section with considerable ire.

What a skank!

Does she have no self-respect!

Talk about a cheap whore!

For a bottle of tequila this too can be yours for the night boys! Don’t all you bid at once!

Can you just imagine how many diseases she’s carrying?

Look on the bright side. She’s probably barren so there is zero chance of her breeding. Thank God! Can you imagine what hell-spawn she would unleash into the world?

Emerson shook with fury at the comments directed toward his daughter but there wasn’t much he could do about it. His lawyers already informed him free speech ensured people could say what they pleased especially online. Even if he succeeded in shutting down one site there were hundreds of others. He also couldn’t argue considering the pictures posted of her. Where did he go wrong?

“Sir, a man from the Eagle is here.”

Emerson hesitated. The Eagle was one of the larger gossip magazines. In fact he was on their website now. He really didn’t feel like talking to anyone associated with it but this might be a chance to clear the air and maybe salvage his daughter’s reputation.

“Show him in.”

Emerson waited as moments later a young man was shown in. His visitor was dressed rather messily: cargo pants, flannel shirt and scuffed, leather jacket. Yet the look on his face was anything but humble. Seeing the corporate mogul he smirked and didn’t look the least bit intimidated as he strode up to the desk.

Offering a hand he smiled, “Mister Carlisle.”

Emerson didn’t move merely stared at the offered hand. With a sigh he gestured for the man to take a seat.

Smile fading the man cleared his throat and sat down but didn’t lose the arrogance of a salesman. There was something about his confidence that irritated Emerson. This person was far below him and should have been intimidated at the very least. Yet the man was relaxed sitting back in his seat and bringing a leg up to rest on the opposite knee.

“Exactly how can I help you?” Emerson asked.

“It’s not about you helping me. It’s about what I can do for you,” the man replied sounding even more like a salesman.

Emerson raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t one to be easily hooked and he certainly wasn’t going to be taken in by carnival barker.

“I hear you’ve been having family issues,” the man said earning a glare. “There’s a lot of ugly rumors around your daughter…and no other heirs to insure your company’s future either.”

“Get to the point.”

“A picture is worth a thousand words but how about a video?”

The man took out his phone and selected a video saved on it. Handing it to Emerson he sat back as the familiar melody of Beethoven’s Für Elise issued out. Emerson reluctantly accepted the phone expecting a compromising video of Marilynn but sucked in a breath by what he saw instead.

On the small screen was a young girl seated at a piano. Her green eyes were partially closed as she swayed to the melody she played. It was as if she was one with the music. It poured out of her heart inviting everyone in. He had only seen one other play like this.