Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Lawyer

whiteboard was covered with clear and concise mind maps, which suddenly made the

"This is the best history lesson I've ever had," she an

aloof demeanor. "Barely acceptable . " He nodded slightly to the housekeeper, Rosa, who quiet

and termination clauses. The numbers still shocked her. She steadily signed her name

ut looking back, she turned and left the room. She hurried down the grand staircase,

d quickly found the person she was looking for: Brian Foster. The address was a car repair shop in the Brookly

ilthy, chaotic landscape of the industrial zone. After changing buses twice, she found herself standing in front of a n

rts and old tires, the noise of power tools deafening. She spotted a mech

is greasy thumb at the burly figur

t. This could change everything. Sh

?" she

s broad face revealing

's eyes, then her expression turned serious. "Brian, you need to talk to the pol

omped on it with his boot. "I don't know what you're talking about," he ro

tinctively reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his dirty work c

ly around, avoiding her gaze. "Get away from me!" Brian yelled, his voice suddenly rising and bec

es darted around, and he was furious-Brian

pe. Inside was the last bit of money she had-twenty and ten-dollar

crossing his face. No matter how much Eleanor paid him, it c

Brian roared, sho

low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. The sky, which had been a

s path. "How could you do this?" Eleanor roared, her voice fil

d with rage. He lunged forward, grabbed Eleanor by the front of her co

ring sound, like gunshots, hitting t

ing and hitting the ground. The envelope flew from E

in shot through her knee. The rain intensified su

then turned and disappeared into the ga

the wet, tattered dollar bills floating in the

scream. She hugged hersel

nd failure, when a blinding beam of headlights pierc

on the side of the road just a fe