The impact of the truth emerging from Garrick Valentino's lips left a long, buzzing silence inside the fiftieth-floor room. Valera Dawson felt her chest tighten, as though the oxygen supply inside the luxurious air-conditioned room had been completely burned away by the overflow of a past emotion that was so filthy.
Beneath the confinement of the CEO's firm body, Valera could only hear the rush of their racing breaths, competing with the ticking sound of the luxurious gold-plated wall clock in the corner of the room.
An unregistered marriage. An extortion amounting to fifteen million dollars. And the foul conspiracy of Arthur Dawson, who had turned her and her father into scapegoats just to cover up internal stock gambling losses.
All the legal logic drafts that Valera had built inside
