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The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 783    |    Released on: Today at 13:56

nd practically fell inside. She set Julian down on a plush

en sit down, the do

hair was a mess, and sweat was pouring down his forehe

sing into the chair across from her. "The Sili

ng from a juice box, watc

own. She leaned forward. "Wh

se and threw it on the coffee table. "The new fashion line infrastructure project. We are three weeks

tract toward her. She flipped to the last page to

it the sig

ure was sharp, aggressive

The man she just bumped into. The man who threw her in a tr

ouston operated. He would cr

ed it open. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. The terrified mother vanished

ral agonizing minutes cross-referencing the clauses with her deep knowledge of global supply c

a mistake. The design specifications for the new luxury line have a critical flaw in the fabric sourci

he table, found the contact for the

ne rang

," the voice answered, soundi

or. "If you trigger the penalty clause based on Section 4B, I will publicly pull my brand's endorsement and expos

ead silence

there was a click. Th

why you are threatening my company," a low

ra

nuckles turned white. He recognized her voice. S

a said, her voice steady, refusing to back down. "Your contract is f

iver down her spine. "You're bluffing, consulta

e we are in court, your competitors will launch the

ctly where it h

k enough to cut with a knife. He was annoyed, but she could

ice cold. "Alastair gets a one-wee

ycia said, he

n guarantor for the project. I

errified face. She swallowed

dial tone echoed

, tears welling in his eyes. "E

fingers under the table. She had just tied herself di

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The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
“Six years ago, my father tore up my mother's trust fund and threw me out into a freezing New York storm. Crawling in the mud with a high fever, I was nearly run over by a massive Rolls-Royce. The man in the backseat, ruthless billionaire Hiram Houston, looked at my bleeding face with absolute disgust. "Throw her in the trunk." He coldly ordered his driver to lock me in suffocating darkness and dump me behind a sketchy private clinic in Queens like garbage. I survived that night, completely abandoned by my family. But the ultimate cruel joke came when I realized the anonymous sperm donor I later used from that exact same clinic gave my son a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes. For six years, I clawed my way up to become an untouchable lawyer and designer. I raised my son Julian alone, publicly humiliated my abusive father, and thought I had buried the monster of my past forever. But today, during a tense corporate negotiation, my uncle accidentally showed Hiram a picture of my little boy. The ruthless corporate butcher stared at a child who looked exactly like a mirror reflection of his own youth. "Boss... he looks exactly like you." I locked my apartment door, my body shaking with silent sobs as I slid down to the floor. He ordered a full background check on me, and now he knows the truth. The man who once left me for dead is coming for my son.”