The Jilted Wife's Billionaire Heiress Comeback

The harsh, electronic sound cut through

creen. Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly

he bank has placed a temporary security hold on t

red. Her public embarrassment instan

bed at the screen as she furiously dialed her wealth manager. "

t bored expression. Her fingertip continued t

e leaned in, whispering frantically. "Tiffany, peop

back into her phone, threatening to close all her

her phone back into her bag. She aggressively ta

d out a long, continuous receipt, signaling the successf

face, a smug, victorious grin stretching across her lips. "I own the dress and

d a slow, patronizing clap that echo

se," Ava said, her voice drippi

ld you please clearly state the store's

hering crowd of wealthy patrons to hear. "All runway and cust

nuine financial panic flashed in her eyes as the rea

lowered her voice so only Tiffany a

ffany's bravado falter. "Considering the confidential Wall Street intelligence Mr. Price just forwarded to my ph

Ava in absolute horror, her breathing turning shallow. How could

hifted her cold gaze to Kadence, locking o

ted smoothly. "Is Bryant's secret Tribeca townho

ckward, her hands flying instinctively to cover her

or that Ava knew absolutely everything. The

Kadence grabbed Tiffany's arm. "We need to leav

off Kadence's hand violently. She refused to retr

Ava. "You are just a bitter, jea

ediately. "I am taking my business to the Private

reached her eyes as she watched Tiffany marc

ter follow your friend. Because the real show i