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ting off his chiseled jaw. He was scrolling through financial news, oblivious

brief acknowledgment. Then he frowned. "You look terrible, Juliana. You should really get

countless milestones with him, the same table where he'd proposed. I sa

his tablet. He leaned back, crossing his arms, his posture

the polished table. They slid smoothly, a stark contrast to the

ession shifted from annoyance to shock. "What is this? You're waiving... all your ri

hing I own, should go directly to you. My company, my patents, my personal fortune." I paused, letting the words s

.. the art collection? Your mother's jewelry? The rare books?" He looked up again, his voice

.. those are for Debbra. She has a much better eye for beauty, a finer appreciation for sentimentality, don't

d eyes narrowed into slits, suspicion hardening his handsome face. "What game are

almost lost in the sudden silence. "I'm tired

leaned forward, his voice barely audible. "Juliana, why are you doing all

e, some market to conquer. A man like you requires a softer harbor. A place of rest." I paused, a bitter taste in my mouth. "And Debbra

of his guilt, finally exposed through my

inued, my voice surprisingly gentle, almost forgiving. "I a

s perfect for you, Dalt

e a choked whisper, reaching ac