One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

thirty-one years old, Caroline. You disliked me before we even finished our first dinner because your father had remarried.”

“You married him for money.”

Richard exhaled sharply, but I raised one hand before he could respond.

“Actually, that accusation is useful.”

I walked into my office and returned with another folder.

Caroline gave a bitter laugh.

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