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.

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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.

away. She didn’t know that he had secretly remained in London for some time after leaving her side.

to unearth the secrets of the past,

her seemed to whisper tales of a bygone era. Her room overlooked a picturesque garden, and the soft glow of streetlamps filtered

recovery, Sophia began her day with a quintessential English breakfast in the hotel’s charming dining room. The clinking of silverware against porcelain plates, the aroma of sizzling bacon, and the murmur of

savored each bite of her traditional morning meal, knowing that this trip wasn’t just

the city in golden light, Sophia embarked on the first order of business during her stay in London. She had

Hartman had extensive experience in treating patients with complex medical histories, and she had agreed to oversee Maestro Paus’s care upon his return to

clinic, a stately townhouse nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The exterior exuded an air of professionalism, while the interiors were tastefully

said as she extended her hand in greeting. Her warm smile was genuine, and it hinted at the compassion she

replied. “I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, and I’m truly grateful for your

Hartman led Sophia into her office, and they settled into a comfortable discussion about

situation, and Dr. Hartman listened attentively, her expertise shining through as she asked pertinent questions and

him,” Dr. Hartman said with confidence. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements for

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

the city, her heart swelled with determination, and she

ready to continue. She hailed a cab and headed to Maestro Paus’s house to

she couldn’t help but admire the architectural beauty and the sense of history that enveloped the place. Maestro Paus had maintained a residence in London, and it was

Collins, greeted Sophia at the entrance with a warm smile. She was a woman of dignified grace, her white apron crisply starched, and her demeanor exuding the utmost professionalism. Sophia felt an

Mrs. Collins said. “Maestro Paus has instructed me to assist

and soft, muted colors that exuded a timeless

life and his enduring love for music. It was