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His Discarded Wife Is The Rival's Queen

His Discarded Wife Is The Rival's Queen

Author: Ying Suhua
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1249    |    Released on: Today at 13:58

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ctive intellectual property filings. Resigning will forfeit all unv

ation form, a red warning box s

n words in the "Reas

tions. Resignation e

ry. Every single line of code, every patent, every conference credit had been handed to My husband Fitzgerald Da

do it. My adoptive mother is gravely ill and needs money. I

steel of the lab bench, the screen lit up with an inco

he glass screen with a shakin

right. Your mother's leukemia took a severe downturn twenty minutes ago. Her bla

pit of my heart."How much do we

voice flat with clinical urgency. "And we need it cleare

ndred t

e a lead weight, knocking t

, my voice barely above a whis

e lab coat, and marched straight toward the regio

open under my hand, sendin

n his ergonomic chair, spilling hot da

s he grabbed a handful of paper towels. "Don't t

g both hands flat on his desk and leaning in. "My mother is in the

ed tie, his sneer deepe

resenting your joint fatigue and kinematic tracking algorithm at the NHL analytics symposium ne

e made my chest tighten, a fami

my spin

y tone dead and steady. "Under federal labor standards and my direct employm

o the bin. "You're only in this facility because Mr. David was generous enough to give his

in my throat, bu

statutory leave, I will tak

vid Sports Group's hockey franchises, funding, and legal team backing your credentials, you wouldn't last forty-eight hours in

heart and soul into-only to have it stolen by my husband and his mistress-counts for nothing; and whether my adoptive

te another b

king sharply against the linoleu

bright red warning window

hesitate for a fr

thumb down on

ning: "Submission successful. Routing to Exec

ard holding my David Sports Group security badge, an

ottom with a

hboring benches stared at me, their

the desk, and walked out without looking back at the

d down at Logan International Airpo

ight through my thin woolen coat the

b and gave the driver the destination: "Massa

e empty, snow-dusted str

glass doors, my wet shoes leaving mess

nsive care wing, I stopped in

et, surrounded by the rhythmic, mechanical hiss of ventilato

the nurses' station, hol

e for her case has completely run out. If that five hundred thousand isn't in escrow within forty-eight hours

he slip

de of my thumb, drawing a sm

ut against my palm, and looked through the gla

ctor," I said quietly. "Ke

nd scrolled to the cont

button for three full seconds

the phone would

vators, ready to head s

everyone at the company sees me as. I'm coming

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