My Husband Told Me to Stay Home While He Took Another Woman to His Gala—He Had No Idea I Secretly Owned the Company Funding His Entire Empire

“Copy at home?”

“No.”

“I can keep the certified copy.”

“Keep it.”

A phone rang outside.

Stopped.

Rang again.

Arthur remained by the desk.

“One final administrative question.”

“What?”

“The property manager needs the last estate key.”

I looked at the clock.

“When?”

“Five twenty.”

“You’ve watched deadlines all day.”

“That’s why you kept me.”

His mouth moved slightly.

“I suspected.”