nto Jaison's top-floor office, perched high inside a downtown skyscraper. It was the firs
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the whole of Washington D.C., exudi
rprised at her sudden appearance. Still, he maintained his
a lazy glance when she stepped in, his tone sharp and displeased. "Wh
ealed document folder down on his
, crossing his arms over his chest and regarding her with a cold, sc
attitude, Finley held hi
cuments. The moment his eyes landed on the title labeled Divorce Agree
diculous joke. "What's your new trick, Finley? Are you je
She had long expected this reaction. In his eyes, every single one of
d I want full custody of Esteban." Finley
tely, replaced by a dark, menacing glint in his eyes. "Full custody? You must be out of your m
her with overwhelming dominance. "Let me remind you, Finley. Everything you have-your title, your luxuriou
espond, the private p
hness in Jaison's eyes. Finley caught the name flashing
ctly, his tone carrying a gentle warmth Finley had never once hear
oat in a hurry, completely ignorin
n't over!" Finley ca
t contempt and disdain. "My conversation with you ended three years ago. As for the
t a single glance back, leaving Finl
ls digging deep into her palms until they
light outside stinging her eyes. She knew a brutal, all-out war was
e terms. He's going to fight m
We need solid proof that he is an unfit parent. Any evidence of his a
inking tiredly onto the sofa as she s
ideo call from Esteban. A flicker of fragile hope
d on the screen-yet his expression was twisted with raw ang
n shock. "Who
ake me away from Dad! You're a terrible mother! I ha
l abruptly, leaving no
ull extent of Charlotte's manipulation. Not only Jaison, but even her own son had become a weapon he
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