“Ms. Estre, please take a seat,” the man gestured to Estre, thenmanded the servant, “Make
Ms. Estre a cup of coffee.”
Estre settled into her chair with an air of indifference, and the servant soon brought over the coffee.
“Ms. Estre, your
coffee.”
The man then lit a cigar, and smoke began to curl around them. Estre frowned at the haze, but the
man didn’t snuff out his cigar. He looked at Estre with a smirk. “Ms. Estre, you take your work quite
seriously, don’t you?”
Taking a sip of her coffee, Estre replied with a nonchnt smile, “So does that mean. you have a
case for me?”
The man’s smile slowly faded as he tapped ash from his cigar. “How much do you make. as awyer?”
“Just enough to get by,” Estre responded simply.
As her words hung in the air, the man’s expression darkened, and he crushed the cigar in the ashtray
before looking up at Estre, “Just getting by, huh? I offer you eight million to y ball and you still
won’t cooperate?”
His sudden anger was palpable, but Estre remained cool andposed. She had known what was
unt
moment those beefy guys stopped her in the parking lot.
Estre’s calm demeanor only fueled his rage, and he red at her, “Youngdy, do your have any
idea how hard it is to earn three hundred million? Do you know how much time I’ve spent, how many
smiles I’ve faked, and how much crap I’ve taken? You just p your lips, and I’m supposed to hand
over half my fortune to Jo? I’ve been supporting her for
thirty years.”
Speaking of his financial loss, veins on the man’s neck stood out in anger. He hadn’t slept well for days,
haunted by thoughts of the wealth he’d lost in the breakup.
Estre leaned forward slightly, calmly setting down her coffee cup, “Richie, if thew has this
provision, then it must be there for a reason. I’m sure you don’t need me to exin it to you.”
Everyone talked about a woman’s contribution to the family, and how a man’s sess is often thanks
to a well-managed home. Richie understood these things. He knew better than anyone, but it was just
selfishness and vanity that made him disregard a woman’s efforts.
He felt that by giving you a bite to eat, you should be grateful instead of still eying his fortune.
Men are inherently more selfish and calcting, and once they’ve squeezed everyst
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drop of value from you, they turn faster than anyone else. If his life isn’t going well, he clings to you,
unable to bear the hardship alone. He needs a woman to apany him, to take out his
dissatisfaction and anger on, someone to tend to his needs. And sometimes, they even me their
lack of wealth on the women.
Estre had seen too many of these selfish types through her divorce cases, so she didn’t waste her
breath on those who tried to outsmart thew and their wives, hiding and transferring assets.
She would do her job with integrity.
Unruffled by her demeanor, the man’s face turned pale with anger. He’d been in business for years and
had never met someone like Estre, who was impervious to his charms and wealth. After a long stare,
he let out a cold, teeth-clenchedugh, “After taking over three hundred million of my money, Ms.
Estre, you must have taken quite a cut for yourself, didn’t you?”
Estre couldn’t help butugh, “Are you asking me to spit out mymission, Richie?”
Her nonchnt response sparked an inexplicable fury in him. He’d been around the block, but Estre
was the first woman who didn’t fear him, and few men dared to do so- unless they were out of his
league.
Adjusting his neck, he rose leisurely from the sofa, buckled his belt with a nk face, and said, “You’ve
just taken over three hundred million from me, Ms. Estre. I haven’t slept a wink for days.”
Then, with a sudden shift in tone, “With all thatmission, it wouldn’t be too much to ask for you to
spend a night with me, to let off some steam, right?”
His im of sleepless nights might have been an exaggeration, but it wasn’t far from the truth. The
moment his transferred and hidden assets were exposed, he felt like his world crumble right in front of
his eyes.
After thinking it over and unable to swallow his pride, he concluded that Estre had set him up.
Considering Estre’s youth and beauty, he eventually had someone ‘invite Estre over.
This, he thought, might alleviate some of his vexation.
Hearing his proposition, Estreughed. “Richie, there’s a long line of people who want to sleep with
me, and I’m afraid you’re not even on the list. Think you can sleep with me? Wishful thinking.”
Before Richie could speak, Estre continued, “Besides, I won’t take your eight million, so what makes
you think I’m easy to bed?”
Estre’s defiance enraged him, and pointing at her, he barked, “You’re awyer, and I won’t believe a
damn word you say. Since I’ve invited’ you here today, you’re not leaving without giving me something
in return.”
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The man was beyond reason. Estre tensed, her voice sharp, “Richie, I’m not someone you can
touch.”
If Richie dared toy a finger on her, regardless of whether Jason would let it slide or not, the influence
of her own family was not something he could afford to provoke.
Undeterred, Richie scoffed and said, “Ms. Estre, do you want to go upstairs willingly, or shall we stay
here in the living room?”
Without waiting for Estre to reply, he added, I don’t usually hit women, Ms. Estre, so the less you
struggle, the less you’ll suffer.”
Estre’s lips curled into a smirk, and then she slowly began to remove her jacket.
Meanwhile, inside the Maybach, Jason’s expression was beyond grim. He’d called Estre six times
since 5:30 p.m., with no answer. That damn woman was ying him again.
With all those flirty texts during the day, and the barrage of lingerie photos for his approval, now she
had gone off the grid after work, even more devious than him.
He dialled Estre’s number once more, but the call went unanswered. Jason mmed his phone
down on the dashboard, cursing under his breath, “Damn it!”
The more Estre remained out of reach, the more Jason’s resolve hardened. With a mix of frustration
and determination, he snatched his phone from the dashboard once more and dialed her number, this
time opting for a voice call.
The phone rang on and on, but Estre’s end remained silent, no sign of her picking up. As the ringing
drew to a close, Jason’s irritation slowly ebbed away, morphing into concern.
Something was off. Even if Estre was messing with him, she wouldn’t just ghost him on Messenger.
She’d make up some excuse, and keep him on the hook. After knowing Estre for 23 years, Jason
knew she wasn’t one to dodge issues.
With the realization that something wasn’t right, Jason immediately called Drew, “Drew, can you check
if Estre’s clocked out? Find out where she might have gone after work. Also, get herw firm to send
over her recent client files, including any contacts rted to her cases.”
“Got it, sir,” came Drew’s prompt reply, already on the move to carry out his orders.
Jason tossed his phone back onto the dashboard, swung the car around, and made a beeline back to
thew office.
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