The Genius Heiress' Ruthless Divorce Revenge

pet of the hallway. She didn't stop

e door shut. She turned the lock

aucet all the way to the cold side. The freezing water rushed out. She cupp

ocked her system. It stoppe

rror. Her eyes were slightly red, but her gaze was hard as steel. Three years of a c

came from th

y turning in the lock. Beck had u

throom and stopped in front of the full-length mirror. He casually began to re-tie h

ng hers in the mirror. "We have the Wall Street Cham

ered the towel. H

ask me that?" Harlow asked,

ound, adopting a high-and-

in our circle," Beck said smoothly.

r title. But I am a generous man. You can keep the titl

d at him, he

n. "Besides the empty Holman last name, you have zero c

surviving because of my AI project. I am the

ess laugh escap

en by her. She was the anonymous developer known as "King." S

his delusions. She turned sharply and

rabbed a heavy-duty, black plastic trash

d his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes.

loset. She grabbed five of his custom-tailored Italian suits by

ive wool and silk int

of purple. "Those are my bespoke

d, reaching out

th hands flat against Beck's chest

backward, his expensive leather shoes slipping on th

nd threw it directly at his feet. I

his eyes, her vo

divorce. R

augh burst from his chest. He looke

e me? You're a spoiled trophy wife. Without me, you wo

safe. She punched in the code, opened the heavy steel door, and pulled out her

he lower shelf. She tossed the items inside

genuine panic crossed his eyes, bu

Beck threatened, pointing a finger at

e. The wheels dug deep into the expensiv

face. She was shorter, but her

your true love and your bastard so

t. The sheer, freezing intensity radiatin

lder into his chest, pu

and headed straight for the bedroom door, l