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

creating material reputational harm,” I recited. “Any one of those events revokes the proxy automatically.”

“You’re not a lawyer.”

“No. That’s why I hired one.”

He walked toward the bar and poured whiskey with a hand that was not quite steady.

“This is Adrian Cross.”

It was not a question.

“He’s manipulating you.”

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