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.

remained in London for some time after leaving

was to unearth the secrets of the past, she

that surrounded her seemed to whisper tales of a bygone era. Her room overlooked

the hotel’s charming dining room. The clinking of silverware against porcelain plates, the aroma of sizzling bacon, and the murmur of conversations

trip wasn’t just about work but also

bathed the 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

and she had agreed to

at Dr. 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

must say it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Dr. Hartman said as she extended her hand in greeting. Her warm smile was genuine, and it hinted at the compassion she held

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

and they settled into a comfortable discussion about Maestro’s condition and the steps needed to ensure

shining through as she asked pertinent questions and reassured Sophia

care possible for him,” Dr. Hartman said with confidence. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements for his transfer to our facility and assemble a dedicated team of specialists to address his

Paus would be in capable hands. She thanked Dr. Hartman for her commitment

the clinic and stepped out into the vibrant streets of the city, her heart swelled with determination, and she couldn’t help but embrace the dual beauty of the present and the

headed to Maestro Paus’s

the architectural beauty and the sense of history that enveloped the place. Maestro Paus had maintained a residence in London,

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

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room, adorned with elegant antique furniture, rich mahogany bookshelves, and soft, muted colors that exuded a timeless

Collins shared stories of Maestro Paus’s life and his enduring love for music. It