I Married a Wealthy 79-Year-Old Woman for Her Money—After She Died, Her Lawyer Slid Me a Cardboard Box and Said, “You Walked Straight Into Her Trap”
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PART 16 — THE ATTORNEY
Before our relationship became formally romantic, Florence called Paul.
Her attorney.
Not mine.
She told me:
“If we continue, I am meeting with counsel.”
“Why?”
“Because I am old and wealthy-looking.”
“Wealthy-looking?”
