Too Late For Regret, Mr. CEO

the maid's quarters, dragging

usty air hit the b

It held nothing but a narrow twin

t at a solid brick wall, bl

tcase flat on th

er clothes, Brenda leaned against the

w the staff rules," Brenda sneered. "No

not even l

a framed photo of her mother, and set

ushed with anger

rately kicked Arden's open toiletry

erums spilled out, rolling ac

heat of anger down into her stomach, crouched do

orked for the family for decades, walk

iately used her shoulder to

ed harshly. "The paperwork isn't fina

let out a loud huff, and twisted he

d hands gently helping Arden

led her to sit on the ed

e, dropping her voic

ico and his brother Jude fought a bloody

ff all say that during the succession war, Jude used a woman to break Mr. Federico's heart an

of betrayal. It

d to the old

t his mind over the antique necklace, w

rauma did not erase the

and shook her head. "It doesn't ma

deep into the pocket of her apro

it into Ar

d letter," Maeve whispered. "Brenda was g

he looked at the

aw firm that managed th

hick letter out and scan

started slamming against her

ing Isolde Mitchell's medical trust in the prenup

unilaterally terminate the trust payments. The money was temporarily safe from his immediate control, though the impending divorce

letter to her che

" Arden said, her

pants, and pulled out a sharp, tailored business suit.

and the trust bank immediately to fi

out of the

marched down the long hallway, the previo

completely ignoring Brenda's shocked stare,

l doors

steel. Her eyes were no longer red and swolle