The Neglected Wife's Billion Dollar Sweet Revenge

looked the expanse of Central Park, while the scent of Cohiba cigars and b

skly holding a thick stack of folders, his

crisis intervention plan, but over at legal... Mrs

k neatly. Impatience flickered in his gray eyes."She thinks hiding in a p

e double doors. "The front desk just called up. Mrs. Blanchar

irk spread across his face."I knew it. Cut off from the fam

ushed open from the outside. Crisp foo

ck suit over a white silk blouse, her dar

e two senior vice presidents standing near t

and blew out a ring of white smoke, look

Finally figured out you sh

e walked straight up to the walnut desk and slapped

d verification seal." Julianne slipped one hand into her trouser poc

apled pages. Across the top of the first sheet, bold black letters read: "No-Fau

hrough the p

Island estate, two Manhattan penthouses, and the offshore family trust divi

years handling Wall Street divorces, he had never seen a woman w

all assets? Julianne, do you think putting on this noble act in fro

from her suit pocket and spun it once between her

nchard family's money reeks of the sewe

all frame casting a shadow over her. "Without my money, the second you wal

orry about that. Stop assuming everyone is as desperate as y

e open doors, several secretaries peeking i

ff the desk stand, yet his hand hovered above the signature line witho

tion? Debroah's lawyers are already drafting civil and cr

tomorrow morning at nine sharp, we meet at the mediation law firm appoi

k sunglasses back onto her face,

eins on the back of his hand bulging."Arthu

from his forehead and

ecurity lays a hand on Mrs. Blanchard in public, our stock will

ss-steel elevator doors slide shut a

and crushed his half-smoked cigar into th

ack signature sat at the

e. Let's see how many days you s

s doors and climbed into the back seat of the waiting black executive van

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