Ex-Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations, You’re Single Now novel Chapter 61

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Richard Morgan. President of Manhattan Trust Bank.

The kind of big shot even the old Mr. Kane would struggle to get a meeting with–and here he was, standing in front of me, calling me “Ms. Winters.”

Dominic hesitated for a few seconds, then quickly stepped forward, extending his hand for a greeting.

“Mr. Morgan, what brings you here personally?”

“My grandfather’s been talking about you. He’d love to see you again.”

Morgan didn’t even glance at him. Just gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment.

Then turned to me. “Ms. Winters, if you need anything else, just say the word.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the conference room, his team following behind.

Quick and efficient. Like staying even one more second would be a waste of his time.

Dominic’s hand hung frozen in mid–air, his face cycling between red and white.

Elaine’s cocky attitude had completely vanished.

Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand. Sweat was beading on her forehead.

I casually pulled a stack of bills from one of the cases and lightly tapped her cheek with it.

“Elaine, eight million. Not a dollar short.”

“Now, this watch? It’s mine.”

I ripped the Patek Philippe off her wrist and, right in front of her, tossed it into the trash can.

“YOU-!”

Elaine looked ready to explode.

I turned to Dominic, giving him a calm smile.

“Mr. Kane, I paid for the watch.”

“Now, let’s talk about compensation for MY phone.”

Elaine blinked, then her face twisted into a condescending smirk, like she’d just heard the world’s dumbest joke.

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She crossed her arms, voice dripping with mockery. “How much could some cheap phone possibly be worth?”

I held up one finger.

“Not much. Just a hundred million dollars.”

The room erupted. Then everyone burst out laughing.

The marketing director actually slapped the table. “A HUNDRED MILLION? Ms. Winters, did that coffee fry your brain or something?”

The CFO pushed up his glasses, adding with fake seriousness, “According to company policy, damaged items are reimbursed at market value.”

“Ms. Winters, the market value of your phone probably doesn’t even cover the sales tax on that amount.”

Seeing everyone back her up, Elaine got even cockier.

She walked right up to me, grinning. “You know what? I’ll do you a favor and get you the number for a good psychiatrist.”

“After all, delusions are a medical condition. You should get that checked out.”

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