ivate study. She took a deep breath, the cold, wet fa
e was low, entirely
thick scent of aged bourbon and expen
state. He wore a custom-tailored black dress shirt. In his right hand, he swirled a crystal
trembling slightly despite her
't turn
during business hours?"
esperate to get the words out. "She needs an artificial heart valve. The Mayo
er wet shoes squeaking sli
ued, her voice dropping to a plea. "I have nothing left. Fount, ple
t over her shivering frame, lingering on her soaked clothes
massive mahogany desk
ity cases," Fount said evenly. "And I certai
liced throu
," Idella countered desperately. "The one point seven
around the desk, stopping just inches from her
poses," Fount stated, his voice devoid of pity. "You h
the Persian rug. The prenuptial agreement she had signed-the
ering against her ribs. "The targeted therapy research
upted sharply. "You were an empl
eft cufflink, a gesture he only
are hysterical. You are emotionally unstable. Your white-trash fam
ree, spilling hot dow
ce breaking. "Why did you give me the illusion
is cufflink. His express
"You were submissive. You made a perfectly
ysical blow. She felt entirely stripped
led out a leather-bound checkbook, and uncapped a gold
sed it. It fluttered through the air, lan
, not looking at her. "Consider it funeral
r on the rug. Her stomach churned
uld have to bend down. She
her head. The tears stopped. A new,
her cheek until she tasted thea single cent from you," Idella said, her v
u won't last a wee
grabbed the heavy brass handle of the oak door,
e with a frustrated jerk and downed t
rcase, her vision blurred. She had to find
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