Chapter 830

Herman grinned, ruffling Anastasia's hair. "Doesn't matter where you're staying. James is back today I'll have him check out Pattie's throat again. You go find Monica."

"How'd you know I wanted to see Monica?"

He always knew what she was thinking. That feeling-being understood without a word-was just the best. It was like the old days, when he just got her.

"I saw you at dinner, chatting with Monica, grinning like you were about to hear some juicy gossip. I could tell you were itching to go see her." Herman's lips quirked in a smile. "Go on. I'll head home and check on the kids."

"Alright." Anastasia handed him the car keys. "You drive home. I'll just grab a rideshare to Monica's."

"No way. I'll take a cab-you keep the car, it's easier for you."

And just like that, Anastasia drove off to Monica's, while Herman went to hail a taxi.

Oakridge Residences.

the place was ten-story condos, the other half rows of townhouses. Monica's condo was on the eighth floor, with a huge balcony that caught the afternoon sun. It was just one of her properties-she'd made good money over the years. If she hadn't gotten burned by that jerk, she'd probably

How did I end up with

bag down, raising an eyebrow. "What happened? I walk in and

brother,

girl at his school. He didn't ask me for money, but went and got loans online to bankroll her shopping—and gave her

class, but way too soft. Monica was fire and thunder; he

hustled downstairs, Anastasia finally

she was all about the

the Ledfords. She just assumed he was some scholarship kid from

bags and clothes at Jackson's feet, sneering, “Jackson, look at yourself. You think you can buy me off with fake designer bags? I wouldn't be

Jackson turned beet red, glasses slipping down his

who dared to dream he

you. Just tell me-why are you breaking

a bore. Who'd want to date a guy like you?

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