Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 64

Freya mulled it over for a sec.

Her target was Liam’s father Joseph–the head of the Grant Group.

Fat chance any lawyer had the balls to touch that case.

Sure, James would dive in for the dough, but that weasel’s slicker than oil–if Joseph dangled bigger bucks, he’d bail faster than a sinking ship, right in the middle of court.

Bottom line: only one guy had the nerve and the pull to square off against the Grant Group, and he was sitting right there.

She stole a peek at Ryan.

Eyes closed, he was playing possum, dozing off.

“Mr. Reed, you awake?”

“Out like a light.”

Freya was speechless.

“I can read you like a book,” he said without stirring. “You want me repping you against Joseph?”

“Think you could pull it off?”

“Reckon I could.”

Her face split into a grin, eyes wide. “No shit?”

“All depends on whether you can front the fee.”

And just like that, her bubble burst.

Of course. He’d taken her divorce case for free ‘cause he had his own beef–couldn’t wait to see her ditch Liam.

Zero bad blood with the Grant Group on his end; she wondered, ‘What is in it for him to wade in?

‘Hell…

‘Might even torch any shot at playing future son–in–law someday!’

She sagged against the seat, craning her neck to gaze at the stars, mood in the gutter.

Ryan slit one eye open. “You bailed before I even quoted you?”

Freya let out a long breath. “Doesn’t matter. I couldn’t pony up anyway.”

She thought, ‘Ryan—third heir of the East Side Reed family? The guy’s rolling in it.

And with the Wesley Hotel empire in his pocket? His rates are light–years beyond what a normie like me can scrape together.’

“Not so fast,” he said, mischief flickering in his eyes. “What if the price tag… happens to be something you can actually

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cover?”

“Such as?”

no vouchers

A ridiculous notion zapped through her brain, and she crossed her arms over her chest like a shield. “Hold up–you’re not saying you want to…”

Ryan quirked a brow, unleashing that trademark smirk–the one that screamed “rules are for suckers“-and played right along. “You got it. Spot on.”

“You’re for real gonna traffic me somewhere for spare parts?”

His grin iced over in an instant.

He thought, ‘What fresh hell is this leap?‘

Freya flapped a hand dismissively. “Pass. Nonstarter. Can’t put a price on my organs–I’ll simmer on Joseph for now. But kidneys? Off–limits.”

Ryan cracked

up,

head lolling back against the seat.

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