His Trophy Wife, The Apex Predator

Group headquarters, the cold wind

ar parked in the VIP lot, the engine roa

lt estate one last time to retrieve

turned onto the long, tree-

ssistant: The Patriarch has granted you full power of attorney regarding the divorce proceedings. Do not fail. A dark, manic surge of power rushed through Arthur's veins.

a side path, tires screeching as it swerved

med on he

ollarbone as her car jerked to a halt

is door open a

rage, his hands already pu

ght to Jett's dr

n, lowering the glass

dfather?!" Arthur screamed, slamming

m, her expression

ldly. "Something a puppet like you wouldn't underst

turned a viole

g like he wanted to punch

t the central

he locks engaging ec

d the screen, pointing to the sma

," Jett warned, her voice devoid of emotion. "Break the

is chest heaving as he str

o his tailored

crisp, rectangul

row gap in the window, letti

hur spat, jutting his chin out in a

ment. Grandfather authorized me to end this. It

at the paper rest

ndred m

ers, holding it up to the light a

" Jett laughed, a h

bleeding before the quarterly earnin

nds moved

k in half. Then into quarters.

own the wind

threw the handful of shredded p

, landing on his expensiv

ck, his eyes wide

she had just destroyed a five hun

r voice dropping to a terrifyingly calm w

ping a piece of paper from his cheek. "Our lawyers wi

e window, her eyes

Arthur," Jett said, her voice

survive the stress of a federal trial. He w

e went compl

dfather's life snapped the

eam and lunged toward the

er foot onto t

car's engin

thur's leg and forcing him to dive backward

d not s

s blocking car and sp

hur sitting in the mud, covered in

for his phone w

aled

ent Serena answered. "She tore up the

f the line, Serena

covery. It meant Jett a

ice tight with panic. "We need to hire the

de Highway, the Hudson River stretch

o the shoulder and

tly-not from fear, but from

ket and pulled out the matte-bl

t the encryp

me to mak