Divorcing The CEO: I'll Take Your Empire

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a dirty canvas bag-and looked away. He assumed she was tempo

raised her hand. A yellow

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nd a crumpled wad of cash-maybe eighty dollar

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she said.

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the interco

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" Isidora said, staring

ook, legally, he can't starve you out. But practically? H

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shadow accounts." Isidora took a bite of the pizza. "I'm going to exp

pen. "You're going to

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n the floor. Fergu

e looked at the screen.

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e dropped the SIM card in. It fluttered down like

said, grinnin

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e celebrate. Tomorrow. We go shopp

cash is limited. I have about five t

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ora said. A cold knot formed in her stoma

a bed. Sirens wailed outside, a stark contras

rguson landed. He

calls from

left via the stairs, sir. She took

the town car, watching the rain stre

regret. Just the annoyance of a

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ndon sky. "Let's see how long