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

She moved toward the exit.

The Attorney General’s representative blocked her path.

“We need to discuss foundation expenditures.”

Camille looked at Grant.

“Do something.”

He stared at her as if she were speaking from underwater.

Then the ballroom screens changed again.

ASCENSION.

Camille’s private folder appeared.

Her agreement with Northstar Capital filled continue reading …