Divorced The Ruthless Billionaire
He muttered.
Lia nodded slowly. "How long have I got left?"
He paused, staring into nothingness for a little while, then breathed out the words; "I think around 90 years."
Lia gasped, putting a hand to cover her mouth. "Only 90 years?"
"I'm sorry, kid. But Star Wars have lied to you. No, you will not be living for 400 years. Maybe a hundred more, tops."
She giggled, then jumped up on the bed taking the covers off. "I'm bored. Mom just stepped out for a quick call but she's coming back in with one of her boring stories."