I Planned To Divorce—Then A Stranger Handed Me $150 Million And Asked Me To Wait

graduate from Columbia, poked her head in. “Mr. Croft is here for your two o’clock.”

“Send him in.”

Julian entered, but he looked different from the cold, calculating man who’d appeared at my door that rainy night. He wore jeans—actual jeans—and a cashmere sweater. His hair was slightly mussed, as if he’d been running his hands through it.

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