Chapter 12

"Whatever it is, I've had enough of you, you bastard!" Yasmin hung up.

Blake was positively furious as he looked at the dark screen of his phone. After a moment, he received several messages in succession. They were all records of purchases—Yasmin had bought all sorts of furniture, and more messages were coming in.

Blake thought about the contents of the divorce agreement, and his expression turned steely. He said to Malcolm, "Find out whether she went to Newphoria Bay today."

"Yes, sir." Malcolm got right on it. A moment later, he returned. "Mrs. Ford did indeed drop by the villa at Newphoria Bay, sir. She also hired a few cleaners to clean the place up."

It looked like she was really intending to move in there.

Blake's fingers tightened around the divorce agreement, crumpling it. Two years ago, Stuart's company had gotten into a tight spot. He'd had to sell everything he owned, including the villa at Newphoria Bay.

Yasmin had begged Blake to buy the villa. He never expected it