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.

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 stay

objective was to unearth the secrets of the past, she was determined to savor the

in a historic part 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

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

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

of business

complex medical histories, and she had agreed to

exterior exuded an air of professionalism, while the interiors were tastefully decorated, offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. The doctor herself had an

you,” Dr. Hartman said as she extended her hand in greeting. Her warm smile was

pleasure is mine, Dr. Hartman,” Sophia replied. “I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, and I’m truly grateful for your willingness to assist with Maestro Paus’s

led Sophia into her office, and they settled into a comfortable discussion about Maestro’s condition and the steps needed to ensure his

attentively, her expertise shining through as she asked pertinent questions and

for him,” Dr. Hartman said with confidence. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements for his transfer to our facility and

help but feel a sense of relief knowing that Maestro Paus would be in capable hands.

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

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

enveloped the place.

woman of dignified grace, her white apron crisply starched, and her demeanor exuding the utmost

instructed me to assist you in any way I can. Please

to a charming sitting room, adorned with elegant antique furniture, rich mahogany bookshelves, and soft, muted colors that exuded a timeless beauty. Mrs. Collins poured a pot of fragrant Earl Grey tea,

stories of Maestro Paus’s life and his enduring love for music. It was evident that she held great respect and