Photo obtained by The Times.
New York’s business elite, Luxe Properties founder, and CEO Knox Everette Ryder, was photographed yesterday in what appears to be an intimate moment with Francesca Camille “Cami” Beaumont, daughter of Beaumont Group President Oliver Beaumont.
The sighting comes just hours after Ryder confirmed, via an official statement, that his marriage to wedding planner Jenna Blair has been formally dissolved. Industry insiders note the divorce had been finalized months earlier but remained private until yesterday’s announcement.
In the photo, Ryder and Beaumont appear relaxed and close, signaling a shift from the typically guarded public image the real estate mogul has maintained throughout his career. Sources close to the Beaumont family tell us the pair met earlier this summer and “formed an unexpectedly deep connection.”
Behind the romance rumors, industry insiders are equally focused on the business angle: sources tell The Times that Beaumont Group and Everette Hill Reserve Syrup — a legacy brand owned by the Ryder family — have been engaged in partnership acquisition discussions. If true, the deal would blend the Beaumont empire’s global reach with Everette Hill’s artisanal prestige, creating a sweet synergy investors are already calling “a match made in boardroom heaven.”
While neither Ryder nor Beaumont has commented on the nature of their relationship, their polished appearance and easy chemistry have already sparked interest among media and investors alike, particularly given the powerhouse reputations of both families.
Representatives for Beaumont Group declined to comment, citing respect for the individuals’ privacy.
December
Vermont
CHAPTER 42
Cami
Snow drifts past our kitchen window in slow, dreamy spirals, catching the twinkle of fairy lights we strung along the porch rafters last week, frozen fingers, stolen kisses, and all.
Behind me, the kettle hums, sending wisps of steam through a house already steeped in pine and cinnamon.
Six months ago, a Christmas Eve this picturesque was something I watched in Hallmark movies, envious of the girl who got the guy, the kiss, and the snow-globe ending.
Now, it wraps around me in real life: a steamier take with a hot hero who kisses like sin, worships me like a slow prayer, and still manages to whisper things that make my heart clench before I come undone in his arms.
When we decided to buy a house in Vermont, Knox suggested we find one close to his grandparents since I fell in love with that neighborhood charm the moment we visited last summer.
Our farmhouse sits at the top of a winding, snow-dusted road, just far enough from town. The only sounds are wind in the trees and the creak of the porch swing when Knox pushes it with his foot. A home built for peace. A place where we sip cocoa from mismatched mugs and watch the sky blush pink before snowstorms roll in.
His mom and grandparents live down the hill in Putney Hollow, five minutes, three turns, and one gravel driveway away. We see them often. Usually with kittens in tow or a casserole dish we return full because that’s how small-town hospitality works.
Funny how I didn’t know I wanted this life, this man, thislove, until it became mine.
We split our time between here and our New York apartment, keeping a careful line between work and us. Knox still owns Luxe Properties, adding to its portfolio every day with Pamela’s help. He hasn’t stepped back from Beaumont Group either, especially now that the Everette Hill partnership acquisition is underway. Knox teaches me what my father calls “the parts of business school they don’t teach,” and I soak up every lesson because my mentor just so happens to be the man who pushes me to be sharper, braver…and still kisses me like we’re brand new. Knox says we make a great team. Paxton says we make a sexy, dangerous one.
Speaking of Paxton. I forgot to read his string of text bombs.
Paxton: Cami, darling. Breaking news: Ollie has spared me the joys of commercial air travel and invited me on the company JET.
Paxton: Between my new gig at B-Group and this upgrade, I am now officially Beaumont-adjacent. Please respect my new status.
Paxton: Also, no pickup needed. I’ll be chauffeured from the airport like the festive diva I am. Hasta mañana!
My bestie never fails to keep life interesting. I type my replies, beaming inside and out.
Me: Don’t say B-Group. And do NOT call him Ollie unless you plan on getting ejected from the jet.
Me: Also, we’re excited you’ll be here. It’s my first Christmas with Knox. First in the Vermont house. It wouldn’t feel right without you.
Me: Safe flight, diva.
Paxton joined Beaumont Group a couple of weeks after what we now refer to as The Ex Files, which sounds funnier than it was, considering it involved press strategy and more emotional whiplash than a hostile takeover.
And thankfully, Jenna The Ex went quiet after that well-crafted press release, unless you count her publicist’s generic statement about “privacy during transitions.” The New York Times splash did exactly what we hoped: turned our story into something polished and entirely out of her hands. And somehow, we landed on a “Most Powerful Couples of the Year” list, which still makes me blush whenever Knox brings it up.
