HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

The auction had not been the beginning.

By the time Sloane raised my paddle, I owned the loan they were trying to satisfy.

“You bought my debt,” he said.

“I bought my collateral back.”

“With what money?”

It was the wrong question.

Naomi’s brows rose slightly.

“Trust assets.”

“What trust assets?”

I leaned forward.

“The assets you never bothered to ask about.”

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