After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#84 “Show Them This Letter.”

“Michael, this is exactly the lifeline I needed. Please introduce me to your friend as soon as possible,” Megan urged, trying for a second time to find out about who is Michael talking about.

Michael nodded. “Of course, Megan. But not now. He prefers to maintain a low profile, but I assure you, his capabilities are unmatched.”

Megan nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Michael. I’ve invested everything in this company, and I can’t afford to lose it all now. I trust your judgment in this matter.”

Michael wore a mask of reassurance, masking the complexity of his true intentions. “You’re doing the right thing, Megan. Sophia’s plan won’t stand a chance against this partnership. We’ll make sure of it.”

As they concluded their meeting and parted ways, the stakes had been raised in the intricate game of power and deception that was being played behind the scenes.

Megan was buoyed by a renewed sense of hope and determination. The unknown investor represented a glimmer of salvation for her struggling company, and she was willing to do whatever it took to ensure its survival.

As the chess pieces continued to move on the grand board of corporate intrigue Michael was working mainly for his interest. He didn’t care whose plan was going to succeed if he was on the winning part.

*

Sophia’s arrival in London marked the beginning of a journey that held both personal and professional significance. As she stepped off the plane and into the bustling Heathrow Airport, she couldn’t help but feel the embrace of a city that was no stranger to her.

marriage, her grandfather disappeared without a trace. Sophia mourned his loss and assumed he had passed away. She didn’t know that he had secretly remained in London for some time after leaving her side. Why her grandfather chose to once

past, she was determined to savor the moments

of the city. The cobblestone streets and the charming architecture that surrounded her seemed to whisper tales of a bygone era. Her room overlooked a picturesque garden, and the soft glow of streetlamps filtered through the lace curtains, creating an ambiance

breakfast in the hotel’s charming dining room. The clinking of silverware against

trip wasn’t just about work but also

city in golden light, Sophia embarked on the first order of business during her stay in London. She had arranged a meeting with a renowned medical

experience in treating patients with complex medical histories, and she had agreed to oversee Maestro Paus’s

Hartman’s private clinic, a stately townhouse nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The exterior exuded an air of professionalism, while the interiors were tastefully decorated, offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. The doctor herself had an

hand in greeting.

things about your work, and I’m truly grateful for your willingness

comfortable discussion about Maestro’s condition and the steps needed to ensure his

shining through

Ms. Johnson, we will provide the best care possible for him,” Dr. Hartman said with confidence. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements for his transfer to our facility

but feel a sense of relief knowing that Maestro Paus would be

with determination, and she couldn’t help but embrace the dual beauty of the

cab and headed to Maestro Paus’s house to find the letter

beauty and the sense of history that enveloped the place. Maestro Paus had maintained a residence in London, and it was here that he had mentioned the letter her grandfather had left

with a warm smile. She was a woman of dignified grace, her white apron crisply starched, and

me to assist you in any way

made their way to a charming sitting room, adorned with elegant antique furniture, rich mahogany bookshelves, and soft, muted colors that exuded a

and his enduring love