The words landed like a bomb going off inside Meredith's head. Her eyes went wide with disbelief. She stared at me, her voice trembling so badly it barely held together. "Pocket... pocket money? Hayden Rourke, who... Who the hell are you?"The lead attorney standing beside me stepped forward, adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, and spoke without a trace of warmth."Ms. Soames, allow me to make a formal introduction. The man standing before you is the only son of Ms. Gwendolyn Harlow, chairwoman of Rourke Group, and the sole first-in-line heir to the Rourke empire, Mr. Hayden Rourke."Meredith's legs gave out. Her legs gave out, and she dropped to the floor, her face the color of ash. She had always believed I was just some lovesick fool with a bit of money, someone she could manipulate and control at will.She had spent years keeping me small to protect that pathetic self-made pride of hers. And now she was realizing that everything she had ever been proud of meant absolutely nothing
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