Lana instantly knew what Jarrett wanted. “But… this is your office. We can’t…”
“Why not?” Jarrett released her only to walk over and lock his office door.
“Jarrett…”
“Call me darling.”
“D-darling…” Lana’s face turned crimson, as if it might start bleeding.
A satisfied smile spread across Jarrett’s face as he pushed her down onto his executive chair.
…
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
Ramona hadn’t shown up again since her last conversation with Jonathan, which was a welcome relief for him. But there was bad news, too. Niamh hadn’t come either.
For days, she hadn’t visited, called, or even sent a single WhatsApp message. Not only that, but today, Jonathan saw the headlines plastered all over the internet—
Niamh, mistress of The Thomas Group, officially files for divorce from Jonathan Thomas.
The story was identical across every news outlet, a clear sign that someone had paid for the press release.
As Jonathan lay in his hospital bed scrolling through his phone, a knock came at the door.
“Mr. Thomas…” It was Prescott, his expression grim. Another man followed him into the room.
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