Chapter 108
"Here. Sign this. Consider the money a gift for you to have fun with," Ambrose said lazily.
Declan glanced at the document, and his expression shifted instantly. "Mr. Lyle, what's this supposed to mean? A divorce agreement? What, you want my wife too?"
Ambrose nearly toppled out of his chair in shock. He quickly stood up and slapped Declan across the face.
"Don't drag me into your mess if you're looking to die!" he snapped.
Then, he shoved the divorce papers at him. "You're signing this today, whether you like it or not. Let me tell you, you've messed with the wrong person."
"What are you doing? Without her, how am I supposed to make money?" Declan asked defiantly.
Ambrose's eyes flashed with disdain. "Some man you are. Fine. Since you're hell-bent on getting yourself killed, I won't get in your way."
Declan smirked. "Come on, Mr. Lyle. Just tell me—how much did Bridget pay you? Don't worry. I'll deal with her when I get home."
"I don't think you can go home."
The door swung o

Haga clic para copiar el enlace
Descarga la aplicación Webfic para desbloquear contenido aún más emocionante
Encienda la cámara del teléfono para escanear directamente, o copie el enlace y ábralo en su navegador móvil
Encienda la cámara del teléfono para escanear directamente, o copie el enlace y ábralo en su navegador móvil