보관함
검색
홈 / Romance / Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire / Chapter 17: Ten Million

공유

Chapter 17: Ten Million

작가: Celeste Montclair
last update 게시일: 2026-10-25 20:23:23

Grant's POV

My mother called at twenty past two on Thursday afternoon, and she didn't say hello.

"Your wife," she said, "has made a fool of me in front of two hundred women."

"Ex-wife."

"Don't correct me today, Grant." Ice moved in a glass somewhere behind her. "She walked to my table with a cashier's check for a quarter of a million dollars and set it down next to my water. Then she called it a matching pool, so every woman in that room had to open her purse. Arthur Penrose paid a pledge I had
이 작품을 무료로 읽으실 수 있습니다
QR 코드를 스캔하여 앱을 다운로드하세요
이전 챕터 다음 챕터
잠긴 챕터

최신 챕터

  • Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire   Chapter 21: Permit Number

    Juno's POVRosa Delgado called me at 7:20 on Saturday morning. She was shouting in Spanish and English at the same time."They are taking my oven, Juno! Men with a truck! Come now!"I jumped out of bed. Rosa owned the bakery around the corner from my apartment, on Court Street. The day before, she had given me a bag of rolls and refused to take my money. I liked her right away.I put on my gray suit and my dark red coat. In the bathroom mirror, I could still see a faint pink mark on my left cheek, where Margaret had slapped me the night before. I didn't cover it. I ran.A white truck was parked outside the bakery with its ramp down. Two men in orange vests stood next to a cart, ready to roll the oven out. About thirty neighbors stood on the sidewalk in coats and slippers, filming with their phones.Rosa stood in her doorway, blocking it with her whole body. She was sixty-one, and she had flour all the way up to her elbows.A man in a tan coat stood in front of her, reading from a piece

  • Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire   Chapter 20: Forty-Nine Dollars

    Grant's POVBy three o'clock on Friday afternoon, my bottom lip had swollen into a hard purple lump, and the side of my face still burned where Juno's hand had landed."Fell on the stairs," I told my assistant."Of course, sir," she said, and looked at her screen.At four, I went to Park Avenue.The scan Tatum had texted me two weeks ago had a clinic name across the top: PARK AVENUE WOMEN'S IMAGING, DR. HELEN MARSH. I told myself I wanted to meet the doctor looking after my son. The truth was Tatum's face on Juno's stairs, and how she had stared at my arm instead of at me.The receptionist looked at my lip, then at the printout I held out."I'm sorry, sir. Dr. Marsh retired two years ago.""She hasn't seen a patient here?""Not since I started." She slid the page back. "Is something wrong with the picture?"I thanked her and walked out.Owen was holding the car door. He looked at my face, said nothing, and waited until we were moving."Sir. May I see the scan?"I passed my phone over

  • Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire   Chapter 19: She Stays

    Juno's POV"They froze us at six forty this morning," Marcus said.It was 7:50 on Friday morning, and he was standing on my stoop with a court order in a plastic sleeve. He had come to Carroll Gardens himself. Marcus Webb, Ronan's head of deals, forty years old, had never once in two years delivered paper by hand."Judge Vance?" I asked."Judge Vance. Ellison Group's complaint says Harbor Point was built on stolen research." He handed me the sleeve. "Until the hearing on Monday the sixteenth, nobody pours concrete and no bank releases a dollar."I read the first page standing in my doorway. Twelve exhibits. Every one of them had Sloane's signature on it."Stolen from who?""Grant. By you." He rubbed his eyes under his glasses. "Ronan wants you on the pier at ten. Wear a coat.""He wants me at the site with the board?""He wants the board to look at you while they decide how they feel." Marcus glanced at the street. "Did he stay last night?""He left at two.""Then why does your window

  • Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire   Chapter 18: Clause Eleven

    Juno's POV"Say that again," Ronan said.It was a quarter past nine on Thursday night. He set the grocery bag down on the top step. An orange rolled out, dropped one stair, and stopped against Grant's shoe.Grant still had a hand pressed to his cheek. My palm had left a print there, white at the edges and red in the middle. He lowered it and gave Ronan the look he saved for waiters who got his order wrong."I said ask her what she does at three in the morning.""She told you to go.""This is a private conversation, Sayer. Between me and my wife.""Ex-wife," I said.Neither of them turned. I was used to that.Ronan came down the hall at a walk. The old boards creaked under him one at a time, and Grant backed up until his shoulders met the wall beside my door.Grant's eyes dropped to the bag. An onion, a box of pasta, a bottle of red with the price sticker still on."Groceries." He laughed, and it came out wet. "That's sweet. Do you know what you're buying? Did she tell you what she doe

  • Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire   Chapter 17: Ten Million

    Grant's POVMy mother called at twenty past two on Thursday afternoon, and she didn't say hello."Your wife," she said, "has made a fool of me in front of two hundred women.""Ex-wife.""Don't correct me today, Grant." Ice moved in a glass somewhere behind her. "She walked to my table with a cashier's check for a quarter of a million dollars and set it down next to my water. Then she called it a matching pool, so every woman in that room had to open her purse. Arthur Penrose paid a pledge I had forgotten he owed.""Mother, I wasn't there.""No. You were at your desk. Sloane filmed all of it." She let a second pass. "Where does a girl like that find two hundred and fifty thousand dollars?"I looked at the folder open on my screen. LEDGER. Nine hundred and forty emails, and at the bottom of the payment record, six million, two hundred thousand dollars."I'll find out," I said."You do that." Ice rang once against the glass. "And Grant. Bring her home. A wife I can watch is better than a

  • Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire   Chapter 16: Warning

    Juno's POVAt a quarter past seven that Thursday evening, I brought Tatum up the four flights and locked the door behind us.She stood dripping on my pine floor and looked around at the bare walls, the stacked boxes, the single armchair."You don't have any furniture.""The movers left an hour ago. Sit down."She sat on the edge of the armchair with her handbag in her lap. I had unpacked exactly one mug. I filled it with tap water and handed it over, and she held it in both hands without drinking.She was twenty-six, and in every photo I had ever seen of her she was laughing. She wasn't laughing now."How did you find this place?""I followed your cab from the Everly." She wiped under one eye and made the mascara worse. "I followed you all afternoon. Then I sat on your steps for an hour trying to make myself ring the bell.""Why?""Because Sloane is going to sue you." It came out in one breath. "On Monday. Ellison Group against Sayer Capital, Ronan Sayer, and you. Except they don't kn

더보기

다른 추천

좋은 소설을 무료로 찾아 읽어보세요
GoodNovel 앱에서 수많은 인기 소설을 무료로 즐기세요! 마음에 드는 작품을 다운로드하고, 언제 어디서나 편하게 읽을 수 있습니다
앱에서 작품을 무료로 읽어보세요
앱에서 읽으려면 QR 코드를 스캔하세요.
DMCA.com Protection Status