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Dan acted like he hadn't heard a word she'd said.

He reached into the cabinet, pulling out a folder he'd prepared earlier. There was even a pen clipped on top.

Without a word, Dan handed it to Yvonne.

She looked at him, cold and unblinking, her gaze darting to the title on the folder.

When she saw the words "Divorce Agreement," Yvonne let out a cold, almost amused laugh. "What's this? Trying to play the old prenup game with me?"

Everyone in high society knew how these transactional marriages worked. Sometimes the ink was barely dry on the marriage license before the divorce paperwork was ready, too.

She sneered, "Who do you think you are, trying to pull this crap with me?"

Did Yvonne look like some desperate woman trading her dignity for a few steak dinners and a penthouse suite? She wasn't here to play these games.

Dan's voice was steady. "It's the divorce agreement for you and Xander."

Yvonne froze. "What?!"

She looked up at him, her eyes stormy and wild.

Dan watched her emotions flicker, then sat down on the edge of the bed, nudging the divorce agreement closer.

Divorce him first,

Blackwell-head of the Black Gate family-wasn't

Yvonne had to divorce

was ragged. "You

so cool and self-assured, made

Dan caught

The Night Owl that

lying jerk, what's this little act you're putting on for

free hand-and this time, the slap

Dan's face darkened instantly.

"Did you slap

was tight, barely masking

up Xander was a mistake. Instantly, Yvonne remembered the night she and Xander got their marriage license-the same night Dan had pulled his stunt. That wasn't just about humiliating Xander. It had dragged

but her strength was gone. She tried to land another

it was more a weak

flinched, but Yvonne was about to lose

are you fine?" she

that cigarette when she walked in, but now she felt weak all over. Dan, meanwhile, had been sitting

Was there... an antidote?

glared at him, suspicion burning in her eyes. "There's a cure for