Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

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nsing something was wrong from Fletcher's pale f

r's shoulder. "Manager Fletcher, what's wrong? Did

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d announced loudly, "No, not at all! That was headquarters calling to say my p

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s, I didn't bother exposing his lie on the spot. The highe

uppose I don't need to sign this termination agr

e, but too terrified to say another word,

cathed at her party, Brant stepp

urtis behind his back, and now you dare talk big here

ed? Brant, do you think if you scream a l

pulled out a miniature silver flash d

f the Apex tower, what you and Curtis were doing on that

pair of eyes snapped toward Curtis and Br

nking, he let go of Brant's arm and took ha

te. However, years of scheming in hig

us of my noble birth and jealous that Curtis loves m

d it high. "Look, everyone! This is her driver complaint record from the al

fake one-star reviews accusing me

in, their disgusted whispers

ession as he sighed to the guests. "Everyone, please forgive her. M

ny, I tossed the flash drive to a wait

nsole and project the video onto

ught the drive instinctively and took

lunged at the waiter like a cor

that thing!" Brant screamed

. The flash drive fell onto the grass in the scuffle, and Curtis st

aised his head and glared at me triumphantly,

lastic under his shoe, my lips

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