Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

He wasn’t just a skinflint taskmaster; the dude was straight–up medieval with it.

Even Lily couldn’t wrap her head around it. “What’s cating him? What’s the beef–why’s he coming at you so hard? You positive he’s not secretly pining for Liam?”

Freya chuckled dryly. “I wondered that myself once, but nope. Bumped into his girlfriend yesterday.”

“…Still doesn’t prove anything. He could swing both ways.”

Freya added, “And a total masochist on top of that.”

Lily pulled her into a quick hug. “Relax–I’ve already hit up the buyer. She’ll hustle to get it. Hand over that shirt, and you won’t have to tiptoe around him anymore.”

Freya wasn’t really afraid of Ryan, anyway.

Yeah, he was needling her a bit, but it was all within reason.

Being a hotel manager? You deal with every kind of guest under the sun.

Herminia and this guy were prime examples. Surviving them had beefed up her skills big time.

Knock knock knock.

Door rap.

Lily threw up a finger to her lips–shush–and cracked the door.

Seeing Jason lurking there, she hit him with full stink–eye. “Back for more? My heels not rank enough last time?”

Jason sported a fresh Band–Aid on his temple–patched up nice.

He thought, ‘At least Mr. Grant is doubling my bonus.

‘Worth the welt.’

Jason peered past her to Freya. “Mrs. Grant, company for you.”

Lily shook her fist like she meant business. “One more ‘Mrs. Grant,‘ and you’ll taste my spare pump up close.

Jason yelped, shielding his head on reflex. “Easy, easy–Ms. Harper, got a visitor outside.”

Freya assumed it was some guest crisis brewing, so she murmured to Lily, “Be right back–gonna check it out.”

She poked her head into the hall and froze.

‘Bronzed gym goddess?‘

…Looking for me?”

Sophia lunged in, clamping onto her hand like a pit bull. “Gotcha!”

Freya’s brain short–circuited. “Wait… have we met?”

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Chapter 50

Sophia burst out laughing. “Not till now.”

“Okay… so, what’s the play?”

Sophia’s eyes dropped to her shoes. “Ah! Question: where’d you snag those kicks? Shoot me the link?”

Freya was drawing a total blank on this chick’s angle.

She looked straight–up athletic: toned and sculpted, muscles popping just right, faint six–pack vibes under her top.

Freya wondered, ‘A jock like her, rocking needle–thin heels?‘

“These old things? Random grab off a site–knockoff city. Swing by Chanel; they’ve got something that could pass for twins

Chanel was legit; hers were top–shelf dupes.

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