Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

At the celebration banquet, Pete made a grand announcement that he had officially hired me as a special legal consultant for his company. Someone chimed in with flattery, "Ms. Jones is truly remarkable. Ever since your success a year ago, I bet many have tried to hire you!"

"Of course! The title of 'international lawyer' isn't just for show. But in the end, it's Mr. Shelman who has this honor."

Pete and I exchanged a glance and smiled. Then, he added, "She is not just an international lawyer anymore. She is also a successful young entrepreneur with multiple companies and countless assets. Be careful not to offend her, or she'll leave us!" I chuckled, clinking glasses with a few people in front of me. "Stop complimenting me already. You should be praising your CEO instead, or else he might make my life difficult."

Honestly, the success of that case a year ago wasn't solely mine. The timing and circumstances aligned perfectly, making the win almost inevitable.

That was also the moment I saw Pete in a new light. The fears his brother and father had of him weren't unfounded. It turned out that, when given a chance, Pete could take things to the extreme.

Pete discovered Annie's family business was locked in a long-term business war with another well-known brand. No one knew how he had managed to gain the trust of the rival company's majority shareholder in just three months.

In this game, Pete had both sides believing the other was attempting a hostile takeover. As they cautiously probed each other's intentions, he carefully laid countless business traps along the way.

1.1 billion dollars and gained control of two of the most influential fashion brands, becoming the undisputed new fashion mogul. As we chatted, my phone buzzed in my bag. I excused myself and found

I'm the teacher

gripped the

we have more international kids here, it seems Tabitha is having trouble fitting in. "She hasn't spoken a word to any of the other children in these three days. I wonder if this daycare might not be the right fit for her. I suggest that you consider transferring her to another one." Listening to the teacher, it felt like a heavy stone pulled me down to the depths of the ocean, suffocating

my busy work schedule, Deena often helped me take care of

held her

in the same spot on her pillow. If I ever tried to make her do

quite unusual for a child who had just

said that Tabitha might have Asperger's syndrome, my heart sank. I knew it was another term for high-functioning autism. Even if Deena hadn't said

but early exposure to the outside world could minimize its impact. We would only know for sure after further tests were

been to five different daycares, and every teacher's feedback was the same. She just couldn't fit

hand rested on my shoulder. Pete asked with concern, "Only Tabitha can make you look