Reject Being a Surrogate Incubator: The Tech Genius Returns

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se, his expression deeply troubled. "Finley, are you sure? If we drop custody now, the court wi

ison into his ear. Yesterday, my son looked at me through a screen and told me he hated me. Every time I reach for h

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ecause I have no independent liquidity. I want fifty percent of his personal liquid assets. I want twenty percent of his voting shares in Be

whistle. "You want to

vestigators," she said, leaning forward. "When I come back for my son, I will not be a desp

publicly, the media and the courts will brand you as a cold,

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outh on Route 267 into the sprawlin

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his massive corporate debts, Finley had been a rising star here. She had been the youngest doctoral candidate under Prof

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apologetic wince. "I'm sorry, Ms. Wright. Professor Abbott's calendar i

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desperation behind Finley's composed facade, sh

passed.

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