Too Late CEO: I Am Taking Everything

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nto the velvet sofa. Her entire body ached. She rubbed her templ

sky turned a bruised p

f the front doorb

ulian's executive assistant, stepped into the foy

bowed slightly, handing a thi

to you immediately, ma'am," M. Graves sa

ok the heavy document an

top of the page screamed at h

en percent of Julian's personal shares in Sinclair Group to her name. Ten percent. It was a staggering amount o

r so tightly her knuckles turned white. S

this?"

e rigid. "Mr. Sinclair's legal team will contact you tomorrow morning to initiate the forma

storm. Just hours ago, Julian had humiliated her in front of the board an

s a gift. The ice around her heart did not crack. She looked at the contract and s

electronic lock on t

e afternoon was gone. In his hand, he carried a small, elegant

sofa and set the box d

g himself down to her eye level. He reached out

filled with a dee

I lost my temper today. I was st

a. He completely sidestepp

asked it. "It's what you deserve. As the mistress of the Sinclair family, this is your right, and... it's my responsibility to ensure it happens. Don't

rack of hope, no desperate urge to believe. She simpl

'll sign it," she said flatly. "But not beca

sh of irritation. He opened his mouth to speak, bu

r," she said, and walk

y skyline. There was no mention of Seraphina. No clause tying the shares to any behavio

p. She didn't wake him. She placed the signed contract in her briefcase and lay

out the baby. For now, she would wait. She wo