Maybe when a heart has been bruised long enough, it finally hardens.
I stood, opened my purse, and placed the penthouse keys in the middle of the table. High-endproperty management
“These are yours,” I said calmly.
Bradley smirked. “Good. You’re finally learning your place.”
I reached into my bag again and took out two navy passports.
“The visas were approved last week,” I said. “I’m taking the children to study in London.”
The room went silent.
Brittany’s face twisted. “Are you insane? Do you know how much that costs? You don’t have money.”
I looked at them evenly.
“That is no longer your concern.”
At that moment, the office doors opened. A chauffeur in uniform stepped inside.
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