The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

ndwiched between a dry cleaner and a vape shop.

in a week. He was young, his suit was i

on agreement Carly had placed on his desk.

he squeaked. "As i

typed on her pho

nt, trembling hands. He read it. Then he read it again. He

lence was thick with the smel

off his glasses an

. He signed it,"

he knew the document was flawed; she wasn't here for

Under New York state law, any disposition of trust assets requires the countersignature of a secondary trustee or two notaries present at the signi

bury you, Mrs. Salazar. They will drag thi

aper. She didn't

gned it with full intent to defraud the trust, or you

Carly

zars. It's career suicide." He paused. "Well, maybe Damon Yates. But

hadn't come here hoping the agreement would hold up; she had come to co

gray afternoon. The ci

e photo of Damon Yates on her phone

Money wouldn't work o

rchives of her memory-the things she k

ofile case five years ago because a key witness disappeared. A man named "The Ghost

ad stitched up his bullet wound in a

on would expose that she wasn't just a

had no

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throom and showered, scrubbing her skin until it was p

. It was backless, plung

mirror. The submis