Chapter 11
The next morning, I sat on the sunlit terrace of the estate, sipping black coffee while reading the legal briefs.
Julian’s mother and sister had been served eviction notices at 6:00 AM by my legal team.
All their luxury credit cards had been declined, leaving them unable to pay for even a hotel room in the city.
Julian was currently sitting in a holding cell at the precinct, unable to make his five-hundred-thousand-dollar bail.
My butler walked out onto the terrace, holding a silver tray with an encrypted phone.
“Madam Chairperson, your husband’s criminal defense attorney is on line one,” the butler reported.
“He is begging for a five-minute settlement conference before the formal indictment is filed.”
I picked up the phone, setting it on speaker against the glass table.
“Speak,” I commanded.
“Mrs. Harrison... I mean, Madam Sterling!” the lawyer stammered, sounding utterly terrified.
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“Julian is willing to sign full divorce papers today! He surrenders all claims to marital property!”
“He only asks that you drop the corporate fraud charges so he doesn't face fifteen years in prison!”
