ble of the garden bench, her tone entire

n an expansive corner office overlookin

to dealing with hysterical heiresses, corrupt senators, and screaming corporate r

s, believes that the betrothal agreement established by the late matriarch, Mrs. Evelyn Callahan, is no lon

," Just

line stretched fo

glass desk from him, Jennings stopped swirling the scotch in his

Sterling asked, thinkin

edom. "Draft the dissolution agreement, send it to my email, and I

h his hand. Sterling immediately cleared his t

ir intelligence, Justine was drowning in personal debts and des

Evelyn drafted an ironclad covenant. If Mr. Callahan unilaterally dissolves the engagement without proven, legally documented 'moral turpitude' on

, mocking laugh that ma

ged register. "Your billionaire master wants to get rid of me, but he's too terrified of losing his precious inheritance. He

around his crystal glass. The sheer, naked acc

is offering a very gene

asant, "that my price for being his scapegoat is higher than his entire net worth. If Jennings wants to break

e

hung

ng. Sterling looked up at his employer, swallowi

crisis PR manager-burst into uproarious laughter. "Holy hell! Did she just tell the supreme ruler of

the marble desk with a sharp, heavy thud. His

she's backed into a corner. Her family is falling apart, her father

let, pulling up t

ennings comm

Tristan said, wiping a te

Contact Jared. Tell him our venture capital arm is willing to fund his failing startup with t

leaning in. "An

ly rekindle his romance with Justine. Let him seduce her, take her to a hotel suite, and call the paparazzi. The moment the photographs of my fiancé