Divorcing the Billionaire: Too Late to Beg

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lint flashed in his eyes

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him, and now, just two years

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or his phone. He dialed her number, but after a co

e narrowed his eyes and rang the

in nervously. "Mr.

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's contact, tapped th

nally, a cool, distant voice

offed, snatching the phone. "Eira

understand the words 'divorce agreem

expect half of Brooks Corp's assets? Yo

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her dress and smirked, "Or is it tha

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rape together the few hundred million in cash, maybe I sho

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oulders. Framed by her updo, her face-delicate and doll-like-was striking: fox-l

ing with gorgeous women all day, even he froze for a se

u're fina

oked up at the house she'd left for

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ng onto the couch, she casually listened while John c

also the hidden CEO of Yanis Group, a global industry giant. What started as an IT firm

er saw Alexander a

ted, her eyes lowered, clearly tuning most of

e line you started? The agency contract just expired, and now

really think something like

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ce that perfume's now in the National Archives, let's extend t

and had someone quietly spread the

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