Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon

She pulled out a blank sheet of hotel stationery and a pen. Her hand moved furiously a

f high heels soun

pressing it flat against the wo

n in a sharp gray suit carrying a leather b

from his briefcase and held them out to Jessie. "This is the form

d back against the desk, crossing her ar

you out of your mind? That's extortion! That kind o

" Jessie stated, her voice flat, her eyes locked on the lawyer. "

treet brain was calculating the math, and he knew Jessie was righ

, her chest heaving.

o want the deed to the abandoned es

rocks? We've been trying to sell that useless land for a d

ke in hushed, angry tones for a few seconds before han

ble printer, and connected it to his tablet. Within min

her eyes scanning the legal jargon with mechanical preci

lines and pressed her thumb onto the ink pa

sly on his tablet, autho

it out. A notification from her offshore account

envelope. "The deed and the key

th disgust. "Take your money and g

rled in her stomach. She didn't say a word. She jus

a brick wall. She spun around and stormed ou

round the sterile, luxurious guest room. It

e suitcase out of the room, down the

from a porcelain cup. When she saw Jessie's

kirt. "Do you need me to have the dri

" Jessie replied,

er. Her eyes suddenly d

revealing the silver chain of an antiqu

upils dilated, and a raw, ugly

in Harley's eyes. She casually reached up and pulle

e gliding smoothly toward the private elevator. She left Harley standing i