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Chapter 41: The Clash
Author: Bella Grace
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Another week passed, and Michael buried himself in work. The Ainsley Group was expanding faster than he had imagined, and his hands were full with documents, board meetings, and decisions that needed his attention.

Yet even in the quietness of his office, he could sense storms waiting outside, storms that had not yet passed.

That morning, the sun slanted through the glass windows of his office, casting long shadows across the polished table. He was studying a contract when the intercom buzzed.

“Sir,” Clarissa’s voice came, calm as always, “Martha Donovan and her lawyer are here. They insist on seeing you.”

Michael raised his brows but said nothing for a moment. He leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers lightly on the desk.

So, she had finally decided to come herself. He had expected it, though not this soon.

“Send them in,” he replied simply.

The door opened, and in came Martha, dressed in a finely tailored gown, her chin lifted high.

Beside her was her lawyer, Mr. Dillard,
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