“I am glad I could be of help,” she said, smiling so brightly it was as if his victory were her own. Her clear, flawless violet eyes sparkled. Liam seized the opportunity. “If you have worries of your own, why don’t you share them? I am willing to listen.” “Are you serious?” At the simple offer to listen, her face lit up as if she had found a steadfast ally. At only twenty-eight, Liam Evason Crawford was the de facto head of the global Crawford Company, which held the continent’s economy in its grip, and the young patriarch of the ducal house. Trade, transport, banking—all economic power was his to command. He was a figure of such absolute support that