“You have certainly thought this through, haven’t you?” I asked.
His smile sharpened into something cold. “Completely, as the company is mine, the house is mine, and all the accounts are mine.”
Florence gave a soft, mocking laugh. “That is generous of him, considering everything that has happened.”
I studied her bracelet, which was actually my bracelet, an emerald cut piece purchased in Paris after Wade’s first major contract. He had taken it directly from my jewelry safe.
A weaker woman might have screamed or begged, but I simply smiled.
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