The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire Heiress

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e in front of her, completely cold. Next to the cup rested a massive stack of lega

he lights of Manhattan began to flic

egal files, suddenly vibrated. The

offee, took a slow sip, and

r. It wasn't angry this time. It was smooth, pra

eplied, her voi

ssly. "We have a crisis with the European merger. I'm going to have t

f her coffee cup with h

nd like a responsible father. "She said she's going to a friend's hous

he sheer audacity of the lie didn't even

rey said. J

o come home, or at least a sigh of disappointment. Her total lack of emot

," he muttered, and ab

een went black, a

The sender was Gage Gay, the high-end private in

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ey had been taken just three hours ago. The

ked on the

elsey, and Willow. They were all wearing

ng near the ice, his head bowed as he carefully tied the laces of Kel

et away, holding up a smartphone, taking a pic

way from the rink, heading back toward the Upper East Side. Colton

wealthy Manhattan family e

ess. She selected all the photos and uploaded

r briefcase. She pulled out the revised divo

legal custody of Willow, citing moral turpitude. She had also invoked the hidden fault clause from

pocket. She didn't read the document aga

st the thick paper and signed Audrey

sitation. Her h

slid it into a thick brown mani

uments, and locked them inside the heavy stee

coat and walked out

gainst the wall. He was wearing a sharp black suit

he wall. "Is it done?"

he held out the

e deliver it to the Long Island estate tonight. L

ight of the legal documents inside. A

it done,"

d the elevator. Tomorrow mor