Seed Of the Strongest Alpha
His gaze was sharp, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
“Welcome, Mrs. Sierra,” Brade said, rising to shake my hand.
“Please, have a seat.”
I sat on the sofa, and he took the one opposite me.
“As I mentioned over the phone, I want to file for divorce from my husband, Ronan Alexander Vellard.” I pronounced his name clearly, as though carving it into the air. “Can you help me with that, Mr. Brade?”
Brade leaned back, fingertips pressed together before his lips, studying me as if reading between my words.