d in fury. For a second, Hailey thought he woul
it me. I'm sure the tabloids would love a story about the CEO of Lawson
was built on public image and reputation. The han
"Arthur, she needs to be taught a lesson! Make her apolo
s the front door. "This is your last chance, Hailey. You will go and me
her. But Hailey smiled-a chilling, humorless expre
is that?"
ingle folded piece of paper. With a flick of her wrist, she opened it
g at the top was unmistaka
room. Arthur, Judith, and Isabelle stared at
ing. "No! It's fake!
he read the names-Hailey Lawson and Julian Oneal-and s
" His voice was a strangled whisper, filled not with joy but wi
h means, as a married woman, I am legally and ethically unavailable for an
quickly recalibrated, her expression
Do you even know him? What if he's a con artist?" She w
es he do?" They were picturing some low-life fortune hunter she'd
the front door an
He looked relaxed, unconcerned, as if he were simply waiting for a friend. W
nce a silent declaration of allegiance. He placed a hand lightly on t
secting him from head to toe. They saw
an who traded on his looks. In their world, these were t
ace, her eyes glittering with malice. "So, this is my new son-in-law. H
rd "chat" made it sound
Judith had insisted on a "proper family din
ysian Hotel's five-star resta
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