I Married a Millionaire So I Could Afford My Son’s Surgery

Eleanor away,” he continued. “But you don’t think like them. You—”

The office door suddenly slammed open.

Vivien stormed inside with two men in dark suits behind her, briefcases swinging at their sides.

“Vivien, what are you doing?” Arthur demanded.

She pointed at me. “You gold digger. I know exactly what you’re doing, and I won’t let you manipulate my continue reading …