Divorce Countdown: The CEO Moves Right In

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ut making a scene on the sidewalk of the Upper East Side would be even worse. She pulled open the heavy door an

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ou really think refusing my grandfather's shares

about me, Julian," she said, her voice

le and tossed a manila envelope

aphs. It was her, a week ago, at the lobby bar of the Four Seasons, deep in conversation wit

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mother's charitable foundation is curren

er life's work, a legacy of real good in the world.

the air. "Things can get very messy if certain anonymous, unf

roke through her composure. Her fists clenche

ographed with a string of beautiful women at every society event for two years, but you have

Carlisle-Vanderbilt, your reputation is my reputation

brittle sound. "You're right, Julian. As

cutting instrument of a seasoned litigator. "But you seem to have forgo

a flicker of uncer

oven romantic relationship with someone else, the other party can demand an immediate d

an. If you threaten my family and make these next ten months so unbearable

ct, inescapable trap. "Then you'll be the

d never, not once, seen her as an adversary of this caliber. He had used the p

rning to a calm, quiet tone. "U

ind reeling. The anger was still there, but beneath it was

ressed the button. Th