Side Chick Era... Over

Loving Mom 277

Chapter 277

“It’s not a huge amount… Around three million, but…” Simon said, his voice trailing, off uncertainly. He glanced at Carter, clearly debating whether to continue.

Carter’s voice was low, cold. “Say it.”

“I looked into it,” Simon said carefully. “Mrs. Biggs didn’t just spend at our competitors’ stores. She also went to a few of our business partners… With those, at least, we can keep things on the books. But…”

He hesitated again.

“But she also spent a lot at companies we have no business being associated with. Not exactly… friendly territory.”

He paused, watching Carter’s reaction before continuing. “Her shopping trips are one thing. But the problem is, people might take it as a sign we’re trying to reach out. That we’re signaling interest. If we don’t handle this carefully, it could get messy.”

No one dared offend Mrs. Biggs-not even rival companies. Even competitors were reluctant to provoke someone with her title. So for the past few days, armed with a marriage certificate and the title of “Mrs. Biggs,” Sharon had been parading through high -end shops like she owned them. And no one had the guts to say no.

It was only now that she seemed to have discovered the true power of the name Mrs. Biggs.

Nate’s eyes widened at Simon’s report. It turned out Sharon wasn’t just bleeding him dry, she was dragging Carter down with her too.

“Carter, Sharon is running around under your name, flaunting it like a flag. She’s doing it on purpose, to humiliate you.”

Carter didn’t need Nate to tell him that. He already knew.

He rubbed his temples, the dull throb in his head intensifying. The mess Sharon was making for him wasn’t trivial.

money. It was

call the police and accuse them of

if he let her keep going like this, who knew what kind of disaster she might stir

Just go through with it and be done with her. The sooner

glint flickered in Nate’s

There’s no way she can fight us. Even if Xavier’s backing her, I doubt he’d go all-in for a divorced woman

resources, with Julliard on our side, there’s no one

fingers tapped slowly against the

silence, he finally said, “Go back. I’ll settle what she spent

his mouth to object, but quickly thought better of it. With his finances already stretched thin, he swallowed the words and

when her phone buzzed. It was

“Sharon, that’s enough.”

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scanning the racks of clothing in front of her. She motioned to the sales

And this. That one

out over a dozen

what you’re talking about,”

“My patience has limits. If you

didn’t wait for

stared at the phone for

side, tilted her head. “Was that Mr. Scumbag