ck nine that morning in
eated directly across from the coun
r dark gown, creating an elegant app
her, yet she paid them no attention and co
assed beyond t
d strides suddenly echoed t
Arabella glanced
cably fitted suit, the same aloof arroganc
makeup. Momentary astonishment surfaced in his expression, o
. "Who exactly is this performance for? Surely you aren't foolish enou
s necktie, Greyson spoke
sympathetic amusement, like an adu
y of yourself, Mr. Wrigh
into her handbag, retrieved the legal documents ending t
ed. "There's nothing left to discuss. Sig
ce made it obvious that the matte
knitted his eyebro
m constantly, too meek to ever talk back. Sure
choice. Just don't come running back to the Wrig
nd roughly scribbled his name acros
erything settled financially? You're both sure about en
Arabella
not," Greyso
immediately, almost at e
al seal landed with a dull thump
lution certificates
icate and stormed off wit
hers and briefly sc
ulous, loveless union she alon
certificate into her handbag,
rged, her footstep
waiting at the bot
, he fixed his brooding st
he straightened and co
ng him icily. "Are you insane, Mr. Wri
re leaving the Wright family
to Corinne-for shoving her and making her lose the baby! You're coming to the hosp
s arm beneath his grip. The injury
, Arabella re
hard pull. "Apologize to her?" she
e you defy me? Don't assume I can't
see you try,"
sty smirk touching her lips. "But Greyson, are you truly
g what you've done," he snapped, "you st
nation to trash
I received. And relax-I've arranged a little surprise for you and your scheming sw
spun around and walked a
de the pavement. She headed over, p
structed the
en them, cutting Gre
ad, passing close beside G
y her indifferent side profile befor
ursed under
se of foreboding ti
before reaching for a cigarette. Af
ugged at his neckline, suddenly bo
hem? The idea se
nothing. What damage could someone like her
pect those threats
hrough him; what
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