C107 THE BILLIONAIRE'S MALEFICENCE

It’s only when he says it that I realize I totally shouted that last one and that I’m standing with my hands clenched into fists.

I push back my chair as I start pacing his office. “You mean to tell me,” I stab the air with my forefinger, “that that fucking lawyer set me up to lose my son before I ever entered the courtroom, by fucking poisoning me? With. Fucking. Seeds. In. Some. Fucking