The Fake Wife's Billionaire Heiress Comeback

Grant was shuffling the final ownership documents, his demeanor a careful blend of efficiency and awe. It wasn't

was suddenly thrust open,

of new money, dressed head-to-toe in loud, logo-emblazoned designer wear. Her name was Tiffany Kni

a long, manicured finger at the file in David's hands. "The single

forward. "David, my apologies. This is Miss Knight. S

oking pained. "Miss Knight, I'm afraid it's

table. She raked her eyes over Chloe's understated attire-the simple silk blouse,

even afford the property taxes? Look, tell her I'll give her

smile. "Ma'am, you may not be aware, but the Knight family is very influ

mained on David. "Is this a private closing room?" she ask

n any argument would have been. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Tiffany s

ked at Tiffany, really looked at her, for the first time. Her

's last quarterly report. If I recall, your market value dropped

never used around Julian, then realized with a

face paled. That informat

lion dollars of liquid capital on a non-essential real estate asset at a

a flush of angry humilia

bert Jennings, the director of the VIP client divi

He completely ignored the fuming Tiffany Knight and her panicked agent. He

lease accept my sincerest apologies for this disturbance. All you

ndsome, leather-b

rli

ffany froze. In New York, that surname was

ey tried to reconcile the quiet, unassuming woman before

color of ash. She had ju

e ice at Cynthia. "You're f

carrying the immense weight of his position. "Miss Knig

finally, dawning, sickening fear. She was arrogant, but she wasn't

Jennings. She rose from her cha

t look at her. She didn't acknowledge her existence. That profound, absolute indifference was the most