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“And the promissory note?” Richard asked.
“Five hundred forty thousand dollars,” I said, adjusting my ring again. “It is legally binding. He signed it thinking it was a bridge loan from my parents, but the creditor is Meridian.”
Richard watched me for a long moment. “He is going to hate you when he finds out.”
“He does not love me now,” I said. “He loves continue reading …
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