C21 Chapter TWENTY-ONE

In the café, Layla was sitting across from me, elegant and well made up.

"Miss Wilson, this is three hundred thousand dollars. If possible, I would like you to divorce Gray."

Her red lips parted slightly. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes looked at me quietly as she pushed a cheque in front of me.

I must admit that she was of the same class as Gray Dexter. She was smart, calm