The Mute Heiress: Her Cold Silent Revenge

ant, but as an observer. Julian Curtis was already there, across from her. He had called this meeting. He looked at her, his gaze analytical, as if tr

suit. Sharp tail

ie was loose, his eyes bloodshot. When he saw Isla, he flinched. T

at, slumping into a c

n said, his voice a low baritone that commanded the room. "And I'm here be

, slid a document across the poli

ment of funds..." He looked up, incredulous. "Two million

ch app she used had a voice that was coo

stole. Sign it, or I send the ful

if expecting Robert to burst in and s

ng his fists. "I'm

scle named Kael, took one step

condition," the mec

other docume

w dropped. "Joint Statement

atred. "You want me to marry

nde rushed in, trail

rande screeched. She lunged for C

, holding her back. "Stop

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om wen

," Isla's tablet spoke. "A wedding distrac

He knew Isla had him. If he didn't sign, he w

nd scribbled his nam

Isla typ

ande sobbed.

, her voice trembling.

s she signed

e. She walked out of the glass box,

after her. "Julian Curtis won't let

idn't turn around.

gainst the building's stone facade, feeling a su

there. She handed Isla a bott

r system back to life. She typed on her

edan idled. The windows were

rced glass. He had seen the way she leaned against th

d. His voice was low, a bariton

vene, sir?" his

the exhaustion. He smiled, a predator spott

r run. I want to see h