# He Auctioned My Wedding Gown in Front of Manhattan. By Midnight, I Owned Everything He Thought Was His.

executed this afternoon.”

“By whose counsel?”

Adrian buttoned his jacket.

“Mine.”

Grant laughed wildly.

“Of course.”

The chairman continued.

“With the proxy revoked, Hart Meridian Trust’s voting rights return to its controlling beneficiary.”

Every eye moved toward me.

For seven years, Grant had entered ballrooms as if the architecture recognized him.

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