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    Waldo scoffed. “Proof? You think she’d leave a trail for something like this? Sure, we’ve got cameras at home, but they don’t cover the bedrooms or the bathrooms. Gracie could’ve easily done this in those rooms. Where am I supposed to dig up evidence? Mindy’s word is proof enough!”


    Brenna didn’t flinch. “So, there’s nothing else to back this up?”


    Gracie pulled herself together, her voice rising. “Exactly! If you’re so sure I hit her, show me the proof. Otherwise, quit trying to me this on me. Don’t let Mindy’s innocent act fool you—she’s sharp as a tack and full of tricks!”


    A sly glint shed in Mindy’s eyes. Those marks on her body? She had made them herself—whipping her skin with a data cable and pinching it.


    Waldo had too many women outside his marriage, and Mindy’s mom, before she passed, had alwaysined about that. Mindy hated those women who wanted to marry Waldo.


    In her mind, they were the ones who had driven her mom to her death. So even if it meant bruising her own skin, she was determined to drive Gracie out of their lives for good.


    Waldo’s eyes burned with fury as he red at Gracie. “Look at all those marks on Mindy, and you’ve still got the nerve to deny it? Fine, if you won’t own up, we’re done. I’m divorcing you. I’ve never met anyone as malicious as you!”


    Gracie didn’t miss a beat, firing back, “Good! I want nothing to do with you, either. I’m selling my shares.”


    Waldo’s face darkened. “I’ll buy them back for what you paid originally. I’ll even throw in the dividends from the few months since we tied the knot.”


    Hearing that, Brenna calmly handed a pre-drafted divorce agreement to Waldo.


    Waldo spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, Miss Harper, you are really helpful. You’ve already got our divorce papers drawn up. Talk about being prepared.”


    Brenna didn’t blink at his jab. “Mr. Chapman, Gracie’s got no family in Plomond to support her, and you might try to pull a fast one with the divorce terms or lowball her shares. Honestly, I think an open auction for those shares is the way to go. With your history, I wouldn’t put it past you to tank the Chapman Group’s stock price just to screw her over.”


    Waldo clenched his jaw. “You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?”


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    Brenna said, “Mr. Chapman, I know you’ve got your schemes, but if you think you can steamroll Gracie, you’d better check with me first.”


    Waldo let out a snort. “Gracie’s got a hefty chunk of shares. Since you’re in a rush to sell, I doubt anyone can scrape together the money for that on short notice. Tell you what—I’ll buy them back for two billion. Fair deal, right?”


    Gracie’s temper red at that. “Two billion? Waldo, are you out of your mind? I poured thirty billion into those shares before—every penny I had! And now you’re trying to fleece me with two billion? No way. I’m not selling the shares to you!”


    “Didn’t peg you as the type to take advantage of someone in a weak spot,” Brenna said, her piercing stare locked on Waldo.


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