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a folded eviction notice onto the table.
A Wealthy Widower Asked Me to Marry Him—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Gave Me a Letter That Changed Everything I Thought I Knew
“Pack your bags, old woman. As the eldest son, the estate reverts to me. I’ve filed my claim — this suite belongs to the family now.”
I did not move. Beside me, Mr. Vance opened his briefcase. Evelyn stepped forward from the balcony.
“Sit down, Gregory,” she said quietly.
“I don’t take orders from you.”
