ring wipers. Darian's hands gripped the steering wheel of h
cility. It wasn't the luxury sanitarium Grant had threatened to cut funding for-she had moved her mo
orridors, nodding to the night nu
She was sitting in a wheelchair by the window, rocking back and
ell of a woman whose mind had fractured
for you," a voice s
seventy, dressed in a Chanel suit that was at least twenty years out of d
on as I could
wax seal on the back was broken. It bore the cr
d assets are gone. I sold the last of my jewelry to pay for this month'
though she knew it was a lie. Grant
Vivian scoffed. "
The rain had slowed to a drizzle. Vivian lit a
lion dollars in offshore accounts. Frozen since your fat
y-six last week
nterrupted. She tapped the enve
egal document. She squinted in t
pouse of good standing and financial independence, to ensure
caped her lips. "You have to be kidding me.
lar empire," Vivian said dryly. "The irony is rich, isn't it? You just left the
get married, Au
otos. "I've taken the liberty of compiling a list. There's
ordinary men. Decent men. Men who would be cr
troy anyone he thinks is weak. If I marry, it has to be som
ebrow. "That is a s
hrough the rolodex of names she had memorized over seve
the spinning wh
an V
o had ever beaten Grant in court. He was
ce," Darian
ce? The shark? He eats people like us for
r eyes, "the Vances and the Kleins go back. Your father set up the Trust with Julian's grandfather, Alistair. It's shielded by layers of attorney-client
gain. She looked d
calling
ller' button. It felt good.
ian asked, watching her closely. "L
he window where her mot
aid, her voice cold. "I can't afford i
aled a number she had saved yea
u doing?" Vi
" Darian said. "But not fo
se, Grant stared at his phone. Th
o the sofa. It bounced
g a glass of water. "Is
he room. "She's trying to make me worry. She th
mee asked, her voi
the rug where Darian had stood. The wet footpr
th sensitive knowledge," Grant lied. "Get secu
a rumor, Grant. From my friend at the agency. D
ce in his glass se
tchma
aughed. "Trying to find a suga
st that had nothing to do with anger
t dare," Gra
er wet clothes. She stood before the mirror, looking at
arian the Assistant. She wo

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