DOMINIC
"Toss that in the fireplace. Let it burn to ash," I growled, pointing at the crumpled paper on the floor.
A divorce? They expected me to sign the same nonsense she broadcast to the world? Over my dead body.
And the fact that they had a copy ready for me. What the hell did that mean? Did they know where Harper was? Was she hiding from me? Or was this some sick game they were pulling with Olivia?
Many more questions ran through my head, but I got no answers at all. Just like always. Only fucking blinding headaches.
"Boss."
Richard's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I watched as he bent to pick up the paper.
"Divorce agreement?" he muttered, brow furrowed in confusion. "This from the Wilsons?"
"Some no-name lawyer brought it in," I glowered. "At least, that's what the kid at security said."
And no one could tell who the bastard was, because the moment it was dropped, he left—more like fled.
