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.

most influential fashion brands, becoming the undisputed new fashion mogul. As we chatted,

mother? I'm the teacher in

breath and gripped the phone nervously.

observed her for this time. Since 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

busy work schedule, Deena often helped me take care of Tabitha.

always held her

spot on her pillow. If I ever tried to make her do something differently

had just

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 it,

that there was no cure, but early exposure to the outside world could minimize its impact. We

every

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