A Second Chance with My Husband in the Past
"Solid. Sign by Friday, we're golden—"
Ryan's phone buzzed sharply on the desk, screen lighting up. Clark. He glanced at Howard, then answered casually, thumb swiping. "What’s up, Clark? Make it quick."
Clark's voice crackled with tense, hushed urgency: "Sir, Mrs. Karla Carter’s here. Barged in, demanding all recent contracts tied to Howard Carter. Pulled files already—mergers, trusts. I tried privilege, but... she’s Karla Carter."
Ryan’s brows shot up, surprise freezing his pen mid-air. "Wait—Mrs. Karla Carter? Demanding Howard’s contracts?" He repeated it half-disbelieving, eyes flicking to Howard, who’d gone statue-still, jaw ticking.
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