days
freezing cold water aga
a hellish fever dream, surviving only on ibu
he water. She wiped the steam from the mirror. The woman looe grabbed the white silk loungewear she used t
sharply tailored, jet-black designer suit. She put it on.
floor-to-ceiling windows. She looked down at th
her MacBook. She typed in a complex passw
and message involving Eli Wolfe. She c
't dare take them with her into the impending warzone. Instead, she fed them one by one into the heavy-duty cross-cut shredder beneath the desk, having already uploaded the
te elevat
ored suit. His face was hard. His chief a
sive suits carrying briefcases. The
d by the elevator, b
expected to see Aubree crying on t
wore a black suit. Her spine was perfectly s
g itch in his chest. He had n
tilted her chin up and gestu
down and crossed his legs, tr
f pity. He pushed a thick stack of do
al divorce settlement. Because you signed the confession,
lawyer. She didn't ev
ching for a crack in her mas
er off. "Give me th
t a harsh, mocking laugh. "The
at. "Fifty million doll
ge to a billionaire, it
s that you vacate this penthouse toda
ogant smirk. She looked at Leland and
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