A Bankrupt Millionaire Caught His Housekeeper Surrounded by Cash—Then She Revealed Every Dollar Belonged to Him

the door opened.

A tall man in a sharp charcoal suit stepped inside.

“Desmond Sinclair?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I am Felix Wright, and I will be representing you.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “I cannot pay you for this.”

His expression softened.

“My mother already did.”

Before I could speak, Josephine entered the room behind him.

My breath caught in my throat.continue reading …