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“You can’t talk to us like that!” Mom snapped, and I hid a smile.

“Mrs Ferguson, I just did. Now, Mr Dexter, I hope you have the paperwork. Should you not, I have a motion ready to file with the courts in Illinois and also a report to be fired off to the bar association. Mr and Mrs Ferguson nor the Reverend have any legal right to be here. You have thirty seconds to remove them, or we take this further up the ladder,” Steven ordered.

I watched as Mr Dexter urged my parents and Reverend Jeffrey from the room.

My legal team sat, and Harley settled next to me. There was a loud argument outside before they left.

Mr Dexter returned.

“First off, the marriage certificate,” Steven said, sliding it across the table as Mr Dexter took his place.

Mr Dexter checked it over and nodded.

“Now, the release forms for Mrs Michaelson’s trust fund,” Steven demanded.

Mr Dexter opened a file and huffed and puffed.

“You do have them ready?” Steven asked.

“Yes,” Mr Dexter answered shortly. He pushed a wad of papers at me, and Steven took them.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll read before Mrs Michaelson signs,” Steven said. A few minutes later, he shoved them back. “Mrs Michaelson will not be signing that release. Did you think us so stupid that we wouldn’t recognise clause three? That’ll be removed, as will part four. Perhaps you need to check the papers and ensure there are no other mistakes?”

“What are you saying?” Mr Dexter demanded.

“That you just tried to trick my client. If Mrs Michaelson had signed that, her parents could have wrestled control of her money from her. You clearly have torn loyalties. You’ll amend this paperwork and release the monies concerned to Mrs Michaelson. Once done, we’ll be hiring a forensic accountant to scour the trust fund for mismanagement,” Steven threatened.

Mr Dexter paled.

“We will return at the same time tomorrow. Ensure the documents are properly completed. And we’ll be filing several motions around Mrs Michaelson regaining guardianship of Aspen and Asher. Mrs Michaelson wants their whereabouts,” Steven said.

“I don’t know where they are! Aspen ran away!” Mr Dexter exclaimed.

“Unlikely,” Steven retorted, and we left the room. “That asshole is more corrupt than anyone I’ve encountered!”

“Can’t disagree,” Harley added.

We walked from the offices, and as we got outside, my parents, Reverend Jeffrey, and Bronson, stopped us.

Harley immediately shoved me behind him and stepped forward. “Fuck off,” he ordered bluntly.

Mom gasped, and Dad and Reverend Jeffrey sneered.

“Who the hell are you?” Bronson demanded.

“Oakley’s husband, and you’re the asshole she was nearly forced to marry. What’s the problem? Dick too small to get a woman of your own, you gotta force yourself on one?” Harley replied, getting in Bronson’s face.

Amused, I giggled as the man who’d bullied me for ages stepped back in the face of Harley’s anger.

“This is what you married?” Mom shrieked.

“Yup,” Harley answered.

“Not for long. We’ll challenge those doctor’s reports,” Dad interjected.

“Go ahead,” Harley stated.

“And clearly, Oakley’s mental ability is impaired due to marrying… what are you? A gang member?” Reverend Jeffery sneered.

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