Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 117

Charles’s eyes widened slightly. “She really went through with it?”

Vincent nodded. “No hesitation.”

Arnold picked up the envelope, his fingers brushing over the smooth paper. He opened it and skimmed through the contents, his expression unreadable.

He had expected this. He had known it was coming.

And yet, as he read over her signature at the bottom, something about it felt strangely final.

He closed the folder and set it down.

“There’s more property and shares involved than I expected,” Arnold said evenly. “It’ll take time to process everything.”

Vincent shrugged. “That’s your part to handle. Let me know when it’s done.”

Charles, who had been silently observing, shook his head in disbelief. “I really thought she’d hold out

longer.”

Vincent exhaled. “No. She’s already let go.”

Arnold said nothing. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the papers for a long moment before finally moving them to the side.

There was work to do.

Meanwhile, across the city, at Starline Studio, the office phone was ringing non–stop.

Employees rushed back and forth, trying to keep up with the flood of calls.

One assistant groaned as she picked up the phone yet again. “Hello, Starline Studio-”

another line rang. Then

were practically

barely

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back and forth, answering inquiries, arranging meetings, and managing the overwhelming influx of

yet the industry had already caught wind of

businessmen alike were eager to get involved, turning the office

her, reviewing the initial brand strategy. Despite

phone rang. Without looking up, Leo gestured at

her ear.

hesitated for a second, as if caught off guard.

“Sarah?”

fingers tightened slightly

spoke. The name alone

voice was smooth, professional, but there

Sarah admitted, her voice steady despite the

his throat. “I’m calling to discuss a potential partnership.”

Sarah was about to respond, the phone was abruptly pulled from her hand.

receiver, his expression impassive. His voice, however, carried an

to discuss, you

light chuckle. “I see. Well, I was hoping to explore an investment opportunity with

the desk, his tone polite but distant. “We appreciate the interest. What exactly are

proposing?”

in town for business,” Cole explained. “I thought we could meet for dinner and discuss investment possibilities.”