David Bishop of his late wife. Suddenly, a flood of memories and past ev

ares. Consider Kay a gift from me-I remember your birthday is coming up soon." Perhaps

ment, our transaction is finished. I want Kay to be completely independent from the Bishop Group. I'm not

it's yours, it's yours. I won'

don't want your handouts. Sign it! And let me remind you of one thing: the doctors said my emotions shouldn't be triggered, or I might have a relapse. You know that lega

ibly shaken. "Chloe,

reatened. "But if you don't sign, I

her. Forced into a corner, he opened the agreement and, without even looking at the

desk. "I expect the Bishop Group to publicly announce that Kay has been sold and is no

ant pose, looking every bit the high-society wife. When she saw Chloe, her e

Lyana was thinking-the woman assumed she had come back to beg David for s

the agreement and immediately had an assistant take Chloe's identification to the notary office. B

. On Monday, he had the Bishop Group issue a public announcement: K

an outdated brand like Kay still belonged to the Bishop Group. After all,

e announcement, she felt a surge of genuine joy. She changed into

. Located on an old street, the shop occupied two floors and

ersweet emotion. Five years. She was finally back. This time, Kay belonged to her a

is temporarily closed," a sales clerk said, stepping out to a

ghly her own age, wearing a checkered dress. Her sweet featu

nodding to the girl.

ook a moment before she let out an "Oh!" and