Chapter 168: Champagne Shadows

Irene flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. What kind of guy trashes a half-billion-dollar deal over some awkward lunch? The math refused to compute in her brain.

"Not my circus, not my monkeys," she muttered, punching her pillow into submission.

She squeezed her eyes shut, determined to ...

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