Chapter 173 UNCONSCIOUS LETTER

LEON'S POV

"Talk to her."

I stared at our lawyer across his mahogany desk, my fingers gripping the armrest of my chair so hard my knuckles had turned white.

"That's your advice?" My voice came out flat. "Just talk to her?"

Michael Harrington leaned back in his leather chair, his silver hair catc...

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